The Unknowns
Damm, Unknowns content after a long time. I started writing some because some things that had happened to me recently. One is inspiration to new character in the unknowns lore. Sara. You can see what type of person Sara is in the text.
tw: bullying, toxic friends, trauma
“Baz, we need to talk before you go in.” The smile that the first meeting in years had brought to her face disappeared when she saw me walking towards the room where the loud noise was coming from. I was sure Noel was talking about her weirdly racist aunt, or that Chan's mom and I don't have a common language. Instead, Noel dropped a bomb in front of me. "Mom told me to… to take Sara as a bridesmaid."
It's a strange thing. Many people talked about people who make us feel young. That's usually a positive thing. Old couples share how their partners make them feel young every time they see each other. I felt like I was in high school again when I touched Noel for the first time in two years. However, no one talks about how some people lock you into an age you don't want to go back to. When I hear Sara's name, I couldn't see myself anymore as a rock star or even as my normal self. I just saw myself as a scared 13-year-old who was afraid of losing their friends.
My brain forced me to see a memory I would have liked to forget years ago. I'm sitting with a group of friends I haven't seen in years. We were in middle school, me, Noel and a bunch of people I haven't seen since middle school, one of whom is Sara. Sara is Noel's cousin, there's no way I can change that. However, I could hate her even then. At that time, however, my anger was so deep inside me that I didn't even realize it myself.
"I've made dozens of songs now. Dad said that he promised to buy me guitar lessons so that I could even make a composition with sayings for them." Sara spoke proudly, many looking at her happily. I, on the other hand, looked at Sara confused, but I still tried to smile. Her music hobby started for some reason month after I confessed I wanted to become a musician.
"… Baz, can you check if they're in rhythm or something?"
"Do you want to read mine?" I smiled at him. It was Sara's turn to be confused. He looked like I said something really nasty.
"I'm really busy. What excuse do you have?”
"What if I have something to go?"
"You never have anything, don't try to pretend." Sara's voice already sounded angry. Her words were like spit. She balled his hands into fists. “Are you going to do it or not? Stop being annoying. I don't want to hit you.”
I forced a smile on my face. "Okay, I can."
Sara smiled at me. "Was it that so difficult?"
That was not an isolated incident. That was what Sara was like. The fact that other people around us didn't care about her behavior was also normal. Such was life. At least until Sara stopped answering messages when I got into music high school with Noel.
