ONE
Mal-Chin bumped into his apartment’s door. He was panting really hard. He couldn’t believe what just happened. He was shocked, scared, and disgusted. But he couldn’t talk or even tell anyone about it.
I’ll just keep this to myself. Nothing can be undone anyways.
It kept repeating in his head all the way from school. After a few minutes of thinking and heavy breathing, he finally rang the bell.
“Mom, Dad, I’m home” The door opened revealing his mom’s calming face, “Welcome back sweetie, how was school?”
“It was just regular”, he said faking a smile.
“Your teacher called today” His smile disappeared. He knows he called. He heard the whole conversation. “Don’t worry he just said that you were doing very well in class” He smiled again “Thank goodness. I’m going to my room to study”
“But you didn’t have dinner yet” “I’m not hungry!!”
He entered his room closed the door and locked it. He did terrible in class but no one knew. No one knew and no one will ever know what had happened. A lump formed in his throat. Not now. Please not now. He decided to listen to music. That was his only escape from this thinking hell. He loved listening to music because it was kind of like a free escape. It felt like he was flying without limits. He was daydreaming about going to a place where he doesn’t know anyone, has internet, and enough money. Where he doesn’t mind anyone and no one minds him. He kept dreaming until suddenly the music stopped and he heard his ringtone. Oh, come on.
