I tucked her in the messy sofa and comforted myself
with the delicacies that are read beans with schezwan sauce. I eat in such a
way that I would hesitate to eat it again, until my appetite is so irresistable
that I eventually give up. It has been an effective method for me these past
months.
After I had my fodder, the question of this girl remains. Sprinkling some water didn’t work, so either she was very exhausted or maybe I have to call an Ambulance. I swayed away all the filth around the sofa so she wouldn’t feel like being in a delapidated hellhole. Whilst briskly cleaning up the hive, she regained consiousness. A red alert might have shot in her head. Randomly finding yourself in an unfamiliar place, even if it’s a palace one must freak out to be considered a decent and normal person in my textbook. But this lady was definitely abnormal, she casually walked into the kitchen and fancied herself a glass of water. I do not know how she knew where I store my glasses and other cutlery. Instead of her getting scared and lose her mind, I was the one who did. An outburst of perplexed emotions, and uncertainities aroused in my mind. Was there any chance, she was related to some family friend, but there was a problem in that way of thought. People who were aquainted with my parents had there memories altered after that dreadful night. So there was no way, she ever visited this place. Even if she did I would have a faint idea of her existance. Everything, every single second was an erroneous mistake. Had I started hallucinating, due to immense depression? But she did held that can earlier and also buyed another one as a compensation. The bill from before too, stated that I had bought fifteen cans. I now owned sixteen, so really did exist.
“I am hungry, can you cook something Tom.”, she insisted casually. Was she serious? Trolling me or something. It was hard to comprehend this nuisance, but it seems she is very familiar with me and I too sense a vague relation between us.
“Who are you exactly?”, I asked.
“I am Erici, and also from this moment think of me as your master”. She was once again, seriously saying some bullshit like that. So this Erici, was trying to make a slave out of me! This was unacceptable even by my standards. It had to end quick, I for one will not create a charade for her.
First I gave her some money, to buy the pre-requisites for pasta and then sent her out to Maede’s. Then I locked my apartment and my plan was to wait until sunrise, so it would eliminate any possibility of her waiting there. Then I would once again be able to return back to lazy.
I locked my apartment, and waited for sun dawn on the terrace. This was another first time in a while today, first time going out before midnight, interaction with people, helping someone, bringing someone home and decieving someone out. So it was a pretty loaded day. I kind of got a feeling of amusement but it was seriously frustating more than fun. Because of all that, I had to lay low in this freezing cold wind on top of this high altitude. As I tried to close my eyes, to get some rest. The silhouette and the red hue appeared. They do appear when I am asleep, but today it was instantaneous. “Looks like you are preparing to tread on this path.”, the silhouette whispered in an almost disturbing yet calming way. I am uncertain about it being a premonition or a mental condition I am experiencing but I remember seeing the silhouette reaching out her hand to me from even before the dreadful night. I wondered what that was while staring the dazzling bright of the infinite night sky, they may have possessed me to make me sleep in peace in their bosom like that of my mother.
“You waited all night here, till I arrive”, I screamed, but I stand for that it was not pretty degenerate considering her stupidity but then what she said, shattered me.
“See those windows, on that staircase. Do see light coming in”, she asked me to confirm giving a slight smile. The way she sad that was nerve wracking, something was definitely odd, she was acting smug whilst stairing on the other side, my rear- where the window was. I gulped, in fear of the unknown and slowly twisted my neck to see the window behind. I was expecting a burst of light and I closed my eyes in that anticipation but those rays never reached my cornea because they weren’t there. I was sweating profusely seeing what I saw, the mighty sun’s blistering sunshine was nowhere to be found. It was just a cold, dark and empty corridor and it was a night before. There wasn’t any life in the outside world, the ladies doing zumba, the geezer that joked about old times while gazing upon the pleasnt morning sky were not there. I experienced a sudden shock and it was so massive I instantly lost the strenght in legs and landed on my knees. The chic looked confused seeing me react like that, the wicked smile on her face turned in a scowl, saying you were supposed to clean up the place till I show up. From her point of view, she was the one who was being played with not me. Did I delude myself into thinking that I slept through the night on the terrace? But I experienced through it. The bugs that crawled over me, the random mosquito in the season of winter, but even the swell due to the bite, I didn’t spot it on my body. What happened? It was only half an hour since she left according to the her watch and yet the sleep in my eyes was totally disappeared.
I was utterly speechless and also, I got a feeling of getting toyed with. I do not know what exactly happened but it was clear it was unnatural for something like that to happen. Unfortunately for me, I had let her into my home once again. This uncertain and vexing chain of events are like restarting an old and rusted car engine. Days and days of dull and bland emotions really had a great effect on me; I do not plan on changing that but these strong gushes of fear and ecstasy really feel refreshing but I must not falter from my way. This chic needs to go, if not passively… I shall become violent.
She looked real concentrated in slicing the beef, with her new favourite toy- the meat knife. The level of precision, by which she was working was amazing. I predicted that her family might own a slaughterhouse or a butcher mart. But now wasn’t the time to compliment someone’s skills, it was time for serious action. After ten minutes of slowly covering the ground, till I pass the no man’s land. I thoroughly put effort in the cleaning the room, whilst evaluating and reconsidering the plan. It was perfect.
The moment I thought it would hit her, grazing her hair, she slid downward dodging it completely. Simultaneously she grabbed the hold of the meat knife that casually laid on the kitchen top conviniently and while she rotated herself and and raised the knife, after not even a fraction of a second the a part of club lew away in the air, hitting the dead rosemary pot. I do not know how much skill she possessed to completely chop of wood and her fluid and swift movement were no match for a potato like me.
“Are you trying to kill me.”, she bluntly spoke. There was not a single shred of anger in her eyes, instead they were filled with pity. She was looking down on me, it was clear to me the difference between our strenghts was as vast as the Graden Fauvars.
“Huh….are you joking”. What does she mean are you joking, I thought. She was asserting that I was the one acting dumb here. There was not a hint of acting jokingly here. Her mannerism told me that she was a resident of this house, and that was pissing me off.
“Listen, first of all I helped you..twice and then you go and invade my house.”, I tried intimidating her to leave but she totally ignored and spitefully urged me to clean everything up, till she cooks food. When I declined, she took out the meat knife that hadn’t seen light in who knows how many months. Once again she knew exactly where it was, without a slight delay in movement; she threatened me, like a professional tyrant. I couldn’t understand the reasoning behind her, and she threatened me with a kitchen knife. A pussy like me, who didn’t even had courage to kill myself in these deep depths of life. It would be certain that I would comply. But there was another reason for this, I didn’t destroy my being because I am the only person to carry memories of my beloved and if I still die without knowing what truly happened that night, I would fail in the only goal of my measly life.
The next morning I was greeted with the first rays of the morning star. It truly felt like an actual alarm clock and I actully woke up early today, it felt like I was hyped up for the upcoming day. I ran towards the comort of my own room to cozy myself in the bed. As I walked downstairs, I saw this Erici girl climbing up the stairs. I was dumbfounded by attitude, it was written on her face that nothing has happened.
“It’s just 11.30, are you drunk or something?”, she smiled. I laughed wholeheartedly to this stupid prank of hers, it was so childish that I had pity on her. This girl needed more help than me, it was ridiculous of me to assume her to be some kind being having absolute control of the sixth sense or a psychic.
I took the initiative of starting to clean the hall, till she gets really involved in cooking. In the mean time, I took a club and kept it real close so that it would be really easy to pick up. I slowly closed the gap between the kitchen-hall intejection, it was cruel but I was hoping to hit her unconsious and then leave her in a bus. The plan was very janky but if executed properly, it would solve the problem in one swing.
I slowly raised the club behind her, and to a stance to swing the bat. It was difficult to smoothly carry out this operation due to lack of space, so even a slight miscalculation in the driving angle would result in failure. I started to feel the calm and zenith, I was getting in to the zone, I strenghtened my will and freed my self from hesitation. In a way, I was at the epitome of meditation. Just seconds away was my freedom, to return to same old filth and not affirm the action of someone else. Swinging the club in full force, the target was her head.
“I failed. But can you please leave my house. I do not want you around”, I was now left miserably vining. Fate itself had turned a blind eye to this overpowered bitch. I don’t know what to even do if she says no. But I am pretty sure she is not so stupid to start living randomly with me, she must have family right?.
After I had my fodder, the question of this girl remains. Sprinkling some water didn’t work, so either she was very exhausted or maybe I have to call an Ambulance. I swayed away all the filth around the sofa so she wouldn’t feel like being in a delapidated hellhole. Whilst briskly cleaning up the hive, she regained consiousness. A red alert might have shot in her head. Randomly finding yourself in an unfamiliar place, even if it’s a palace one must freak out to be considered a decent and normal person in my textbook. But this lady was definitely abnormal, she casually walked into the kitchen and fancied herself a glass of water. I do not know how she knew where I store my glasses and other cutlery. Instead of her getting scared and lose her mind, I was the one who did. An outburst of perplexed emotions, and uncertainities aroused in my mind. Was there any chance, she was related to some family friend, but there was a problem in that way of thought. People who were aquainted with my parents had there memories altered after that dreadful night. So there was no way, she ever visited this place. Even if she did I would have a faint idea of her existance. Everything, every single second was an erroneous mistake. Had I started hallucinating, due to immense depression? But she did held that can earlier and also buyed another one as a compensation. The bill from before too, stated that I had bought fifteen cans. I now owned sixteen, so really did exist.
“I am hungry, can you cook something Tom.”, she insisted casually. Was she serious? Trolling me or something. It was hard to comprehend this nuisance, but it seems she is very familiar with me and I too sense a vague relation between us.
“Who are you exactly?”, I asked.
“I am Erici, and also from this moment think of me as your master”. She was once again, seriously saying some bullshit like that. So this Erici, was trying to make a slave out of me! This was unacceptable even by my standards. It had to end quick, I for one will not create a charade for her.
First I gave her some money, to buy the pre-requisites for pasta and then sent her out to Maede’s. Then I locked my apartment and my plan was to wait until sunrise, so it would eliminate any possibility of her waiting there. Then I would once again be able to return back to lazy.
I locked my apartment, and waited for sun dawn on the terrace. This was another first time in a while today, first time going out before midnight, interaction with people, helping someone, bringing someone home and decieving someone out. So it was a pretty loaded day. I kind of got a feeling of amusement but it was seriously frustating more than fun. Because of all that, I had to lay low in this freezing cold wind on top of this high altitude. As I tried to close my eyes, to get some rest. The silhouette and the red hue appeared. They do appear when I am asleep, but today it was instantaneous. “Looks like you are preparing to tread on this path.”, the silhouette whispered in an almost disturbing yet calming way. I am uncertain about it being a premonition or a mental condition I am experiencing but I remember seeing the silhouette reaching out her hand to me from even before the dreadful night. I wondered what that was while staring the dazzling bright of the infinite night sky, they may have possessed me to make me sleep in peace in their bosom like that of my mother.
“You waited all night here, till I arrive”, I screamed, but I stand for that it was not pretty degenerate considering her stupidity but then what she said, shattered me.
“See those windows, on that staircase. Do see light coming in”, she asked me to confirm giving a slight smile. The way she sad that was nerve wracking, something was definitely odd, she was acting smug whilst stairing on the other side, my rear- where the window was. I gulped, in fear of the unknown and slowly twisted my neck to see the window behind. I was expecting a burst of light and I closed my eyes in that anticipation but those rays never reached my cornea because they weren’t there. I was sweating profusely seeing what I saw, the mighty sun’s blistering sunshine was nowhere to be found. It was just a cold, dark and empty corridor and it was a night before. There wasn’t any life in the outside world, the ladies doing zumba, the geezer that joked about old times while gazing upon the pleasnt morning sky were not there. I experienced a sudden shock and it was so massive I instantly lost the strenght in legs and landed on my knees. The chic looked confused seeing me react like that, the wicked smile on her face turned in a scowl, saying you were supposed to clean up the place till I show up. From her point of view, she was the one who was being played with not me. Did I delude myself into thinking that I slept through the night on the terrace? But I experienced through it. The bugs that crawled over me, the random mosquito in the season of winter, but even the swell due to the bite, I didn’t spot it on my body. What happened? It was only half an hour since she left according to the her watch and yet the sleep in my eyes was totally disappeared.
I was utterly speechless and also, I got a feeling of getting toyed with. I do not know what exactly happened but it was clear it was unnatural for something like that to happen. Unfortunately for me, I had let her into my home once again. This uncertain and vexing chain of events are like restarting an old and rusted car engine. Days and days of dull and bland emotions really had a great effect on me; I do not plan on changing that but these strong gushes of fear and ecstasy really feel refreshing but I must not falter from my way. This chic needs to go, if not passively… I shall become violent.
She looked real concentrated in slicing the beef, with her new favourite toy- the meat knife. The level of precision, by which she was working was amazing. I predicted that her family might own a slaughterhouse or a butcher mart. But now wasn’t the time to compliment someone’s skills, it was time for serious action. After ten minutes of slowly covering the ground, till I pass the no man’s land. I thoroughly put effort in the cleaning the room, whilst evaluating and reconsidering the plan. It was perfect.
The moment I thought it would hit her, grazing her hair, she slid downward dodging it completely. Simultaneously she grabbed the hold of the meat knife that casually laid on the kitchen top conviniently and while she rotated herself and and raised the knife, after not even a fraction of a second the a part of club lew away in the air, hitting the dead rosemary pot. I do not know how much skill she possessed to completely chop of wood and her fluid and swift movement were no match for a potato like me.
“Are you trying to kill me.”, she bluntly spoke. There was not a single shred of anger in her eyes, instead they were filled with pity. She was looking down on me, it was clear to me the difference between our strenghts was as vast as the Graden Fauvars.
“Huh….are you joking”. What does she mean are you joking, I thought. She was asserting that I was the one acting dumb here. There was not a hint of acting jokingly here. Her mannerism told me that she was a resident of this house, and that was pissing me off.
“Listen, first of all I helped you..twice and then you go and invade my house.”, I tried intimidating her to leave but she totally ignored and spitefully urged me to clean everything up, till she cooks food. When I declined, she took out the meat knife that hadn’t seen light in who knows how many months. Once again she knew exactly where it was, without a slight delay in movement; she threatened me, like a professional tyrant. I couldn’t understand the reasoning behind her, and she threatened me with a kitchen knife. A pussy like me, who didn’t even had courage to kill myself in these deep depths of life. It would be certain that I would comply. But there was another reason for this, I didn’t destroy my being because I am the only person to carry memories of my beloved and if I still die without knowing what truly happened that night, I would fail in the only goal of my measly life.
The next morning I was greeted with the first rays of the morning star. It truly felt like an actual alarm clock and I actully woke up early today, it felt like I was hyped up for the upcoming day. I ran towards the comort of my own room to cozy myself in the bed. As I walked downstairs, I saw this Erici girl climbing up the stairs. I was dumbfounded by attitude, it was written on her face that nothing has happened.
“It’s just 11.30, are you drunk or something?”, she smiled. I laughed wholeheartedly to this stupid prank of hers, it was so childish that I had pity on her. This girl needed more help than me, it was ridiculous of me to assume her to be some kind being having absolute control of the sixth sense or a psychic.
I took the initiative of starting to clean the hall, till she gets really involved in cooking. In the mean time, I took a club and kept it real close so that it would be really easy to pick up. I slowly closed the gap between the kitchen-hall intejection, it was cruel but I was hoping to hit her unconsious and then leave her in a bus. The plan was very janky but if executed properly, it would solve the problem in one swing.
I slowly raised the club behind her, and to a stance to swing the bat. It was difficult to smoothly carry out this operation due to lack of space, so even a slight miscalculation in the driving angle would result in failure. I started to feel the calm and zenith, I was getting in to the zone, I strenghtened my will and freed my self from hesitation. In a way, I was at the epitome of meditation. Just seconds away was my freedom, to return to same old filth and not affirm the action of someone else. Swinging the club in full force, the target was her head.
“I failed. But can you please leave my house. I do not want you around”, I was now left miserably vining. Fate itself had turned a blind eye to this overpowered bitch. I don’t know what to even do if she says no. But I am pretty sure she is not so stupid to start living randomly with me, she must have family right?.
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