A week has passed and I still can’t move on from what Chaos just confessed. I mean, it’s all surreal. I admit that it’s a little off for him to see me as Erschel, but hey, his persistence in letting him help me melted my heart. No one ever did that to me. Ever. 
I’m currently here inside the classroom, doing the usual thing—placin my head on top of my crossed arms while closing my eyes.
I noticed these past few days that my parents’ treatment towards me got worse. They even go as far as yelling at me or making a big deal out of everything when I am merely walking past them.
I remember yesterday, I did not notice them on the couch. I just got home from school and they don’t really inform me about their meetings. What they usually do is tell me to not let myself be visible in front of their visitors’ eyes.
As a result of entering the front door while they were there, I got scolded in front of their business partners. They told me that I did not have any respect for them because I entered the front door.
I tried to explain to them that I did not notice them and I wasn’t given a warning. But what did I get? I got slapped by my own mother. My cheek hurts as hell, but nothing compares to the hurt that I am feeling in my chest. 
As I cried myself to sleep that night, I kept on asking myself over and over again about who and what am I for them? Am I a trash for them to treat me that way? I smiled sadly. It doesn’t matter now, does it? I’ll just have to force myself again to accept these things. I have to force myself again to get used to this worse treatment.
“Hey there, Miss Rivera,” Chaos called.
I was pulled from my trance and looked at the direction of his voice. He’s standing outside our classroom. I was overthinking so much that I did not notice him arriving and waiting for me outside.
And if I remember correctly, after his heartfelt persuasion, he did not bother to find or contact me for a whole week. Not that I’d find and contact him too, but still. 
I wanted to see him to know if he is really sincere with what he just offered me; but since I did not see him for seven days, I’m thinking that maybe he’s just bluffing around. Spur of the moment, if I may say so.
I did not acknowledge his presence and proceeded to a napping position instead.
“Hi, crush. Notice me, please,” He jokingly said while poking my back to get my attention. What’s all this craziness about? 
“Chaos, please, move 3 steps farther. You’re starting to annoy me,” I said while fully raising my head to look directly at him. 
“Woah, woah, chill Leigh,” he replied while raising both of his hands in the air.
I rolled my eyes at him and looked in front of me.
“Okay, I got it. You’re irritated because I did not contact you nor did I show myself to you for the whole week. I bet you missed me, that's why you're irritated. Do you have a crush on me? Come on, confess to me right now. Who knows? I might accept your confession,” he said while laughing at the top of his lungs.
I continued looking in front of me. I bite my tongue as I force myself to ignore him and focus on what’s in front of me even though there is nothing unique about the scene that I am watching.
“Alright, I give up. I don't care if you don’t want to listen, I’ll still explain my side.” He took a deep breath.
“I was not able to contact you for a week because I was extremely busy trying to arrange my schedule so I can be free today.” 
Although I am still not looking at him, I listened to his explanation. Because who do I think I am if I don’t listen to his explanation? Besides, I know the feeling of not being heard. I don’t even have the right to sulk, we’re not exactly that close.
“Also I’ve looked into the list of most sought-after psychiatrists in town and found the best among them. I already contacted him. His schedule is tight so I wasn’t able to book an appointment immediately. Good thing I was able to slide into his schedule today,” he continued.
My ears suddenly rang as soon as I heard him say that. Psychiatrist? But, why? Is he going crazy? 
“Why do you need a psychiatrist?” I blurted out. This time, I was not able to resist the urge to look at him and ask just to feed my undying curiosity.
His brows furrowed. “No, not me. You!” he said while pointing at me.
“I don’t need that, thank you very much.” I said, spitting the last part sarcastically.
“No, we will ask for help whether you like it or not.” Wow, just wow. As if I had the option about what he said.
“You cannot force me, Chaos. Can you do me a favour? Stop pulling off this antics of yours. If you don’t have someone to play with, then find another, not me. I am not falling for it.” I stood up and tried to gather my things in a hurry.
He tried to stop me but I did not let him do it. I think I frustrated him because he took my things from me. “When I told you that I’ll help you, I meant it. When I told you that I will be there for you, I swear to all heavens that I am sincere about it. I am not really expressive but I would never lie with my words.”
I shut my eyes tightly. I felt a pang of guilt in my system because of what I accused him of. His frustrated but sincere words melted my heart, but I still can’t trust him fully—not when my past experiences are haunting me.
“Okay…” I nodded and looked at him.
He smiled at me and immediately offered his hand. I tried to get my things from him but he just hid it in his back. Left with no choice, I awkwardly accepted his hand and left the school with him.
Now, because of what he did and what he showed me, I can see that surviving is not impossible at all. And this, this is the first step.