ENGAGED TO ONE IN LOVE WITH ANOTHER

Chapter 2

*She is not real*

Sora’s Point of View

"I hate you so much Lou!"

I give Louis the biggest middle finger I could muster when he doesn't stop cackling at me. I try to spit out the trash he gave me to drink - more like forced me to drink - but the mixture was already long gone, the aftertaste fills my nose and mouth, making me want to gag.

Louis is such a terrible person and I’m not exactly the best in the world. I guess that’s why we are such good friends. We’re like a matching piece made in hell.

The awful taste fils my mouth, hitting me harder than the last second

Bullocks!

I should have known he put something in my drink, should have seen through his awkward smile, gestures and demeanor

"I'm so sorry mate, but you should see your face right now" Louis laughs, pointing at my face and barely able to form a clear sentence in between laughing like a hyena.

“Haha so funny” I rolled my eye and stopped at the leather trouser Lou wore, can I even call that a trouser? Louis is tall although not as tall as I was but he was sure as hell too tall for what he wore, at least his warm beige skin and newly dyed hair matched his shirt and even without squirting my eyes I could see his tattoos lurking out of the collar.

“You're an A hole. I hate you and I'm going to get back at you" I promised. Louis has been my best mate since i moved to Doncaster years ago. He is the only one who stayed when everyone left

"That's impossible, I'm smarter Sora, " his thick English accent hits. “I always win”

"You wait and see", I threatened, then began walking towards my room to change my clothes before my mom gets back from work.

I need to get out of here before she clocks out for the day. She'd never let me go out to a party this late if she was in, she doesn't care that I'm an adult.

I’m 20, no longer a child and I'm definitely no longer that little sweet Sora she would lie to about everything

Sweet innocent Sora doesn’t exist anymore,

I'm a grown up and I can make decisions for myself without asking for her opinion, but if I was to say this to her Oh hell stones will start to rain from heaven. Mom will start to lecture me about how she gave birth to me, how she's older, how I should stop behaving like I have no culture, talk about how our culture leaves no room for disrespecting elders blah blah blah.

Seriously who cares about that nonsense? It's the twenty-first century, being older does not automatically mean you will get respected, you have to earn respect and lately, she is doing a awful job.

"Where the hell are you going? " My tattooed and pierced buddy yelled from the living room.

"To get a freaking coat and a gun" I yelled back, the first part is true but I don't own a gun. I'm sure Louis knows that already and I don't need a gun, not now at least

"Oh c'mon I'll hook you up with hot girls if you spare my life " he teases,

"I don't need hooking up mate" I smirk "I got the looks," I said, gesturing at my handsome face

I'd date me if I could.

I was called a pretty boy when I was much younger and had girls in preschool asked me out since I was what? Five or so but it even doubled - no, it tripled when puberty hit, and I then started getting tattoos and even got under the lobe of my left ear pierced to give me the bad boy look that girls loved so much.

I must admit i loved the attention it got me so I doubled up and got my helix, my left ear, and finally but not lastly, my left eyebrow pierced and the girls kept on coming, even more than I could handle.

Most girls just wanted to get laid with me simply because of my looks or to add to it the perverted bucket list of theirs that they slept with the great Sora

They all suffered from some bad boy fetish, some fantasy they thought I could fulfill and although I knew this, I still got with them, they were using me, so I might as well just use them too.

A loud shriek from my bedroom door, brings me out of thoughts and I made a mental note to get the door fixed, it must have gotten damaged from all the heat it endured during mom and I heated arguments and fights.

I pushed the door open, getting a good look at how spacious it should be but when filled with a lot of my nonsense, it looked like the devil's playground or maybe the devil wants to play in a cleaner environment than the hell hole I have going on.

I walk in and kick the long sleeve plaid jacket I wore yesterday. Under my bed is a freaking hive, It's filled with lots of dirt like the half-eaten pizza that Louis bought yesterday, and then there's a lot of clothes and papers under. My brief was hanging on the lamp and I had a few posters of half naked girls from magazine slapped around the wall and mom's voice found me

'You are always such a mess, why can't you get yourself together! Always thinking I'm going to clean up after you. If you want me to treat you like an adult Sky, you behave like one"

She was right about this one thing and I probably would have listened to her if she didn't call me the name I hated being called the most

'Sky'

Being half Japanese and half black, my mom thought it was a great idea to name me Sora and I know it means Sky in Japanese but when she calls me that in English it makes me cringe so bad and she never listens. Of course, she doesn't. If she did she wouldn't have bought this large mirror from God knows where and threw it in my room knowing well that I don’t need it

Who puts this huge of a mirror in their child's room anyway? Oh! my mom, that's who

The mirror takes up more than half of what is left of the space in the room and she doesn't care. She doesn't understand that I am not 'her' and that I am not a girl, I'm a guy and I don't need such a huge mirror!

I take a pocket shirt and a burgundy coat from the pile of clothes and walk to the mirror to check if my eyebrow is still sore after the piercing I got yesterday.

I walked towards the humongous mirror, my eyes blurred as I wasn't wearing my contact lenses, but even though my vision was blurry I could clearly see what was in front of me - and it was not my reflection

Standing in front of the mirror and I feel my heart freeze. I mean literally, I go cold and my eyes pop out of the socket at the sight of what was in front of me.

My reflection is a naked girl?

I was unable to blink as my eyes unintentionally captured the beauty of her body, the way the droplet of water slept on her smooth, red-brown ocher skin where the dampness had richen to a blessing, her eyes like the Sahara desert. She felt too enchanting to be real

She can't be real

I am definitely going to kill Louis for whatever it was that he put in my drink. I'm hallucinating because of that fool

The girl looked as stunned as I was and it felt illegal to stare at her body in such a state, but I can't help it

She isn't real

'This isn't a real person, Sora'

A voice shouts from the back of my head so I squeeze my eyes close for like two seconds, trying to collect myself.

Did Louis drug me or am I losing my mind ?

“People don't live inside mirrors” I said out loud. “That fool is messing with me”

I slowly peel one of my eyes open and the girl was gone like she never existed, like I had never seen her, she just vanished and I am left staring back at myself in the mirror

I swallowed hard and grabbed my contact lens case kit, wearing the hazel grey contact that hid perfectly hid the brown eyes I got from that man before I rushed downstairs to kill Louis

“Louis!!! You're dead”

Getting a gun at this point doesn't seem like such a bad idea at all