All Chapters of The Girl He Hates: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Jason, where are we going?" I asked for the fourth time, but Jason ignored my words and continued driving. I signed up that I couldn't do this any longer. Every time I want to forget the depressing past of life, it comes knocking right at my door. I don’t know what wrong I did to deserve so much in life. Even now, I should be in the hospital beside my dad, but look here, I’m with Jason, who is taking me somewhere unknown. Now that I’m thinking of Jason, both he and I have very similar struggles in life, and somehow our lives and reasons for pain are thoroughly connected with each other. I turned my eyes outside, looking at anything to distract my thoughts and mind. I’m so disturbed right now by all this that I want to shout until I lose my voice, but I can't. Since childhood, one thing that I have mastered myself to do is hide my emotions and pain, and now I'm so good at this that even when I want to cry, I can't. I can’t shout and show my pain, showing how much it hurts me when a

I never thought that the girl I hated so much—the one I want to hurt and see hurt—could be so important in life—so important that when she truly hurts and cries, it hurts me when she becomes so important to me in my life. I don’t know how I can help ease the pain that she is feeling now. It’s very bad when we think that in an era where there is a cure for physical pain, there is nothing to ease the pain in her mind— a pain that is far worse than physical pain. It is something we can’t see nor can’t measure, and sometimes the people coming through this have been so bad fighting alone because they’re too afraid to show the vulnerability of their hearts and minds. They have no one who can help them heal, and there is one thing left after all this suffering that they think can ease the pain—the last but worst option—and that is to take their lives. I know this because I have been through the same pain, the same suffering, and the same loneliness, but somehow I survived this far and made

From that day on, this place became my solitude too. And both I and Daniel used to come here regularly whenever we wanted. But after a few years, Daniel stopped coming here, and we lost all our contact. He became a comforting breeze in my life, which came and went with just a flick of a finger. I smiled at the sweet memories of this place and the solitude Daniel gave me when I needed it the most, but now, when I needed Daniel most in my life, he left me just like everyone else. Today is one of the days when I miss Daniel the most. Daniel was the person who gave me a sense of protection when I needed it the most. It's calm as the silence surrounds me in its grasp; it's just a ordinary day when I’m not feeling very well, disturbed, and wanting nothing but some time alone in the solitude of silence. And nothing is better than this place where I’m right now. Everything fades away when I’m here—no school where people call me weird and bully me for weird reasons, no house where there is

The moment we are born in this world, we are attached to people—the people who are the reason for bringing us into this world, the reason for our existence. If it's not for them, then we might not even be born in this world to be the new person that we are right now. And that is the day when we started living with people, because like any living being, we are all surviving, and the best way to survive is to make connections. Before coming into this world, we were alone, and we would be alone when we left this world, with nothing but our naked bodies, carrying only the memories and experiences we shared with others. Why I am saying all this, I don’t know. But it's the reality of all who are born and die one day. And like everyone else, I was born too, and now I know why, the day I was born, my father was not there to hold me in my arms and why, on every birthday, I was alone when everyone else had both of their families celebrating their birthdays with them. If it weren't for Jason,

"Wait a minute. Does that mean you don't know who your father was before that day?" Jason asked, his voice filled with curiosity and confusion. He leaned in closer, eager to uncover the truth behind this revelation.I shook my head in response, a mixture of sadness and frustration crossing my face. "No, I don't. It's always been a mystery to me, and it's something that has haunted me for years," I admitted, my voice filled with a tinge of longing. "And that day was the first time my mom spoke about him. She never mentioned his name or anything about him until then. It was like a floodgate of emotions, and unanswered questions opened up in that moment."Jason stopped staring at me and furrowed his brow; his curiosity piqued. "And your mom, that day when we were in the meadows, you said you never knew your mom. What about that?" Jason piqued I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts, before responding to Jason's question. "I said my mother was a stranger to me because she was always b