Her Facebook Friend By Ifveen Chapter 35
“If the hurtes, so will the happiness. So don’t ever lose hope.” [Jacqueline]
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[Jacqueline’s POV]
I stared at him stunned. His words were spoken with so much determination that I felt the intensity of
his emotions behind the words. His eyes were throwing daggers at me. I had never exined this
much to anyone. Neither did I ever warn anyone. It wasn’t me. What’s wrong with me? Now I seem to
have made another enemy? I should have stuck to my mantras of channeling my emotions with a
behavioral alteration. I shouldn’t have yelled it aloud. I shouldn’t have screamed myself hoarse. I
nced down at myself feeling heavily embarra**ed, my white kurta had a shoe print on them, a gift
from His best friend. My clothes were drenched in sweat. I was on the verge of crying. A mess. A total
mess. I was bullied yes, but it was limited to **rooms or washrooms. Never in my life, I was
humiliated in the canteen. Maybe it was the reason for my outburst earlier.
“Shut Up Rohan.” She said as she came in front of Rohan to protect me from his vicious re. “Take it
easy Jacqueline. I promise I won’t let him do anything wrong with you again.” She said evenly. Her lips
stretched into a kind smile. But I wasn’t going to appreciate it. I was no angel who would forgive people
who hurt me so easily.
“I am sorry again Jacqueline. I shouldn’t have kicked you without knowing your perspective. Please let
me know if you need help with anything. So that I can make it up to you.” I looked up at her, startled.
Nobody ever asked me to make it up to me. Not anyone had ever apologized to me in public. Heck, I
would never apologize in public with such sincerity. It takes a considerable amount of strength to
ept your fault in public and apologize for it. It was satisfying to hear it aloud, especially when I was
embarra**ed in public and was having a vulnerable moment.
I marched out of the canteen inrge strides without responding to her. Perhaps it was because I was
rmed with tears that were forming in my eyes and I wanted to keep myst shred of dignity in front
of those wicked teenagers. I knew they would notice if I didn’t leave at the moment.
Within 7 minutes I was out of the canteen. Not knowing where to go I stepped inside the washroom
beside the corner. It seemed God was finally being kind to me. Because There was no one in any of
the washroom stalls. After closing the door I sat down on a side stool outside one of the washroom
stalls. It was there so that kids could wait if it was upied by someone else. I lifted my head to look
out the window, as I heard the squeals ofughtering from outside. The other students were
enjoying their life, they were blooming with joy swaying to the mild breeze but here I was born the
worldly blows. I once had many aspirations of living a life like them but I was mocked as a fat kid.
Never had I ever thought it would stay the same even if I starve myself. When mom was fine and I told
her about me being ugly and fat, she lied to me. She lied that I had a dimple that only beautiful people
have, she lied to me that I have the most beautiful doe-like eyes. She lied to me that I was gorgeous.
She lied and lied and then she fell into depression.
All the years I listened to all sorts of insults, bearing all the abuses thrown my way by creating small
cuts in my thighs. The pain gave me the courage to take it all in and not die. With teenagersing my
way, my issues got bigger and bigger than my body. I began to cut open the old wounds on my thighs
with the thread to preserve it within my broken soul. Nobody knew the pain I was going through.
Nobody cared. Nobody cares now. Tears fell on my school dress. Drop by drop. I knew I was on the
verge of insanity, and my emotions would fall from my body just as wateres out of the bottle when
the lid is broken or when the lid is pressurized. I could feel the panic increasing. I needed to stop
myself.
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What should I do? To stop me from having a panic attack here. I needed to think of something else.
Something that could make me forget today’s events. I mumbled “Crying here means trampling on your
dignity Jacky. Crying. Trampling dignity.” My words came out jumbled. The scene of shoe wiping and
me getting kicked started ying in my mind. I forced my mind to divert my thoughts and My hands
fumbled in the bag to get something out that could soothe me. I found my phone. Maybe I should y a
game but a game. Or maybe I should watch something funny. However, I was sure it wouldn’t be
enough to calm me. The superficial things can never calm me. But maybe it would divert me to think of
something else. The moment I opened the screen, a text message from Remo on Facebook Caught
my attention.
“Hey. Missing you Baby. I was thinking of doing something real for you.”
“So here it is.”
There was a voice recording of two minutes. identally I tapped on it.
“One day, I hope for you to be a great friend of mine. (alternate picking of guitar music)
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Dam. Dam da. Dam(table tapping).
Talk to me about the things you find,
Full of wistfulness (tapping of the guitar)
Or anything that makes you stress….
Dang. Dang. Dang. Dang. (there was table tapping voice with each dang)
You are my serendipity
Don’t ever defenestrate me
Even if you find my Epoch to be a crime.
You are ineffable to me
Come to me
When you find yourself in a s***ty situation
I will woefully make you smile.
Come to me
When you find no hope
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Neither you know how to elope
Juste to me
We will talk it out.
Don’t cling to anything that doesn’t make you smile.
You are my serendipity
So be serendipity for your cute soul that is now mine.
If Darkness makes you feel like home
Come to me
I will sting your eyes with light thates from within the mine.
Dang. Dang. Dang. Dang.
We will be friends in the afterlife
Even if we die.
Come to me
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Just
Come to me
In every moment of your life.
Maybe one day out beyond your town or mine
We will sit together beside a quiet river with moist soiled glued to your toes and mine. ”
“Gosh! His voice!”
His tone was raspy local but changed into a solid one till the end of every sentence all in low harmony.
A guitar tapping yed in the background in most of the lyrics.
Somehow I smiled. Gawking. I couldn’t believe he would sing a song for me. His words linger in my
mind slowing down my overthinking process. It made me feel loved right there in the words exchanged
between us. A simple gesture of sending a song made me so happy that I listened to it again and
again. I wondered why I felt like I was being hugged by him. He is something else, firstly I thought he
just had a knack for singing, and perhaps if he worked on his skills he would turn into a superstar one
day but today his voice felt the purest. The rawest. Or maybe it had something to do with because I
could rte to it. It felt as if he had visualized my life. He filled the void of my emptiness today. The
feeling of staying at the receiving end of his love was magical.
His diversion led me to feel solitude that resembled a human covering you with a warm nket when
you are sitting in the snowfall in winter. My eyes stung with tears as they fell and I hugged my bag
crying silently as his song yed in the background.
“Thank you, Remo, for this. You have healed a part of me.”
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Dear Readers,
Her Facebook Friend is special to my heart, it has a part of my life. And sometimes I am stuck, that it is
only special to me and not you. Please leavements if you even liked one part of the story. It would
encourage me a lot. Onement from you can make my daySo Don’t forget to leave a review.