Catching The Sunrise

I am staring blankly at my ceiling wondering what will happen in the next few days. And now, I am puzzled if I should continue going with my sweet adventure. But inside me, I am really excited to try new stuffs, visit places and met new people. 

I know this is really dangerous. But there is a question that is haunting me for hours now. Why did my lungs are doing great? Or ...

I was just overwhelmed that time when we visit the mall?

Was I?

Dad once told me that I came out from Mom's womb too early. I am a blue baby. That time, they really thought I would not survive. But I did. That's why, they got so overprotective that I cannot even remember that I experienced playing with kids and rolling in the mud or dancing in the rain.

When I was just a little child, I always stay at home with Grandpa who is now in heaven. He took care of me while my parents are working. My parents always remind me to not go far. But with Grandpa, I convinced them that I can live in this village like a normal kid. And since then, I would ride my bike going to the Park of the subdivision. 

But everytime kids would saw me coming, they would run away from me and laugh. Since then, I never went back to the park because I know they don't like to be with me, they are scared, maybe. 

Dad came home earlier than Mom and I know his busy because he immediately faced his laptop and his fingers are touching the keyboard so fast. I can't help but to just stare at him. 

We didn't eat dinner together since Mom said she'll be home late. Dad just ate a sandwich while I only took a bite of a chocolate panini.

I run to my room and prepare my stuffs. I put my camera and my notebook in my tote bag. For once, I want to decide for my own life. I don't want to get controlled anymore even though it will cause a lot of trouble. I look myself at the mirror and stared at me for like a minute. I look pretty tired. My hair is getting long. It was only short enough that it would touch my shoulder, but now, it growned like 5 inches.

I went to the kitchen and make my coffee, so I can stay awake and not feel sleepy. I suddenly heard footsteps coming down and later, I saw Mom and she got surprised to see me.

“It's already late,you should not drink cofee.” She spoke softly to me. She's now wearing her sleepwear opposite to me who is wearing a pink hoodie and jogging pants. She seemed to notice my outfit since she looked down from my foot up to my head. 

“And you should change your outfit now.”

I gave her a nod and she went to the comfort room. I finished my coffee first before going back to my room.

Am I a bad daughter for doing this?

It is still dark when I decided to leave. The time is quarter to four in the morning. I pedaled as fast as I could. I focused on the way when I suddenly feel someone in the back of me. Then he suddenly appeared beside me, biking.

I didn't care who was it until I heard his voice.

“ Escaping again, huh?”

I didn't pay attention to him and pedaled faster so I could avoid him. 

I reached the gate first before him and I immediately parked my bike in the side near the bench. I left a pack of cookies in the guard's house. Tim just arrived and I can clearly see his face. He's wearing a white shirt paired with loose jeans and shoes.

He parked his bike next to mine and immediately opened the gates. I went near to the gate and watched how he calmly stood up in front of the people passing by in front of him.

He saw me standing in the gate and he give me that what-are-you-doing-there look. I shrugged and took a deep breath. I turned my head to the way we came from and finally step out. I gripped my bag tightly and tried to be calm. This is my second time but it felt like the first time.

His hands are on his pocket making him look deep down serious. I stood next to him and took my camera out. I took some pictures of peopel passing by. This is crazy. 

“How did you know where I live?”

He didn't respond.

“ Are you my paid stalker? Or did my Mom paid you?”  

He didn't respond.

I gave up on questioning him since I never receive a single respond. 

“ Wanna go eat breads down there?” He broke the silence between us as he uttered and pointed the bakeshop in front of us.

I nodded as my serotonin boost by the excitement of it. He stood up and crossed the streets first. I checked the time and it's already twenty five to five. There is still time left.

We also went to the flower shop and I bought some daisies. This is so crazy. It is still so early yet a lot of people rare already busy. But i love how they are busy but not so loud. You can only hear the birds chirping ,the sound of the wind, and the exchanging of " Good Day!".

Tim said we wants me to visit a café just blocks away but I insisted that I need to go home. And I just realized that the time is already ten past six. I hope my parents are still asleep.

I never pedaled as fast as how I pedal my bike now. It's like I am in a marathon except it's not the trophy I am after. And as I pedal, I can hear Tim laughing at me while he is biking too. I can help but to laugh as I remembered how we ran when we noticed the time.

I guess I am normal after all.

And Thank God, Mom is not standing in the doorway and I guess they are still asleep. The house seems so quiet. 

 “Thanks, Idiot.” I said giving him a friendly look.

“My name is Timothy Williams, and I am not Idiot. Gotta go now.” He immediately left going straight from our street. I slowly entered the gateway of our house when he disappeared in my vision.

I slowly and carefully entered my room after I put the bike back in the garage. I opened my door very very slowly to avoid squeaks. After I entered my room, I suddenly heard a door opening and then shut. I run as fast as I could and jump off by the bed. I took my tote bag and put it under the bed so that Mom would not see it. I covered myself in blanket but my foot is seen, and then I heard my squeaking noise of the door being opened and then shut again.

I felt relieved knowing I was just on time. I stared at the ceiling happily. I took my camera from the bag and scanned the pictures I took earlier. All are pretty. The skies, the shops, the dying lights, the morning croissants, and the most beautiful sunrise. 

I exist now. I can feel it already.