Chapter 8 -Voldermort's Lookalike

Yavannah Constantine.

You know how it feels to have everything in control and suddenly it wasn't. That was how it felt. That was how I felt.

I remembered falling asleep with a satisfied smile on my face, feeling like I had done something right for once in my entire, I finally felt like I was on track. i wasn't lost like I always was. Like I always have been.

I hadn't even experienced that fulfillment for a full day.

Once I had awoken, I saw the message all right. 

Yuliard expressed their heartfelt condolences to me as they would not be hiring me.

Why you ask?

I wish i knew. 

That was the part that chipped at my soul the most. I didn't know why they rejected me.

Being the obsessive and analytic overthinker i was, i had analyzed, thought, gone over the entire interview in my head, i just couldn't find something to come up with. The process was exhausting as it was nonstop.

I was disappointed, embarrassed and confused.

I didn't know where to start from and what to do.

It had been two days since I got rejected.

The first day, Yaskier tried all he could to cheer me up. I was grateful but I didn't think there was anything he could do. He understood that and let me be. I needed some time to take care of my thoughts and organize myself.

I stood at my bathroom mirror, my flaws coming to light from their usual hiding spot. Whenever I felt down, my face bloated, my eyes dulled and my hair lost its shine.

I looked like I could audition for Voldemort in Harry Potter.

I couldn't help but chuckle at my inside joke.

"The boy who liveeed has come to die" I mimicked taking in a deep breath, watching as my nose flared.

A laugh bubbled out of me as I shut the bathroom door behind me.

If I was Voldemort, I would send my death eaters to kill everyone in Yuliard. I would specially send a dementor to suck out the soul of that stupid interviewer who rose my hopes so high, only to let it crash down like the titanic.

But unfortunately, I was always going to be simple Yavannah. Someone who never achieved what she wanted because....

Maybe just because, she wasn't good enough.

My lips wobbled as I blinked the tears away.

It was sad enough that you failed . You don't get to cry.

I laid halfway across the bed, shuffling until my head was at the edge of the bed. I leaned forward, my palms pressing flat against the floor as my hair tumbled over my exposed arms and unto the floor.

My entire vision spun as the entire room turned upside down. It had been so long since I did this. I wasn't allowed to cry. Not that there was anything stopping me. I just wouldn't allow myself to cry.

The tears were replaced with a distant dizziness due to my makeshift handstand. I could feel the blood making its way to my head.

I didn't mind the dizziness though. I was glad it distracted me from my thoughts.

"Anna" Yaskier called out softly.

"I know you said you didn't want to eat, but it's dinnertime". His voice was bereft of any emotion other than worry as he knocked on the door softly.

"Okay" I mumbled, trying to sit up. Clutching unto the bed frame for support.

As much as I wanted to shy away from the face of the earth, i knew that Yaskier was affected too as he skipped work just to be with me. 

The world around me spun as I rose to my feet. I had forgotten what caused that phenomenon. was it an iron deficiency.

I didn't know.

After taking a minute to steady myself, i trudged to my closet. Pondering whether to throw on a shirt or sweats, i decided on the former. The latter was too stressful to put on. 

I opened the door only to catch a skeptical Yaskier off guard. 

"Oh" he voiced out as I emerged. "i thought you weren't coming out" he clarified, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

"Do you think I'm your girlfriend or something" i asked him, watching as his eyes widened in shock then contracted in disgust.

"Ewww Anna" He mumbled. "That's gross".

"Could you explain why you are behaving like that then" i asked, waving my arms around his red face. 

"I'm just concerned about you Anna" He admitted, looking at everywhere but me.

"That's Gay" i scoffed eliciting a laugh out of him.

"I'm gay for you love" He retorted.

"Ewww" I blurted out, shuffling past him and towards the kitchen.

The smell of melted cheese wafted throughout the entire area. 

"We're having Lasagna for dinner" He announced, giggling like Garfield.

That was what I wanted. 

Smiling and Carefree Yaskier.

A satisfied Yaskier fell asleep at the table immediately after dinner. He was so far gone that he didn't even notice when I had done the dishes. I was glad he didn't though, He would have vehemently disagreed. I wanted to wake him up but decided against it. 

I was seated at the porch steps, my phone on the other side of me as I stared into the driveway. My feet dangling in the air and scratching against the gravel as I swung them.

The color in the sky seemed to be fading out, first it was a bright and starry blue, then a dull and diluted version and now a startling yet dark shade. It was past 9:00 so i could see the outline of the moon in the sky. It shone bright and round. 

A black Aston Martin swerved into the driveway suddenly, catching me off guard.

Was Yaskier expecting anyone?

Well if he was, I'm sure he wouldn't have slept off after dinner.

I watched with bated breath as the car rolled to a stop and a tall and brooding figure emerged from it. 

Fear rushed through as the huge figure made its way closer.

I wasn't one to get scared easily especially when I knew martial arts and was practically the same height with a reasonable population of men but I knew I had no way of winning against such a burly and tall figure. 

Half torn between running back inside or running into the street, I clutched my phone tightly.

The overhead lights beat against the darkness, casting an illuminating glow on his features as he moved forward. Familiar stoic and glaring features that sent tendrils of shock through my body.

"Are you alright?"