Cracks of broken glass.From my chandelier to my window.Unsuprisingly my walls are untouched.Besides that everything is wrecked.My door ain't working.My keys were utterly useless.And that diary was only the first floor.
I hear dribbling from the kitchen and tried to stop it.I did achieve that goal however that wasn't the only leaking pipe. Leaking water slithered down the carpeted stairs .My! My !a hectic turbacle. Disturbing the way I knew where this all began and somehow predicted a war in the future.Its the present and I am usually known for my risk taking bravery.
Hilarious how hypocritical I felt.I was a clucking chicken waiting to run back to the coop.Take note to the word 'waiting' . It's still a remaining thought in my head .Besides whether I run ,hide or do the dispicable This person (now titled as my dark twin).She won't give up easily.
The devil herself shows herself in meerly thoughts.Thus to no surprise she talked to me again."Sabrina !Day!Sabi! Are you already home?"
" Sabrina Are you home?"
Wait Sabi!??
Your ally .A friend of friend introduction.Not your friend.
I say.The date time and year don't comply with short lived memory.Certainly she is a friend but which identity did she hold.
"Are you home?"
Exclusive of her nagging call. The fiddle wood used as stairs creaked louder.Each and every time my heel would touch a step-a prayer was sent for my safety. A lesson learnt hard by a soul sucking experience not long ago.Great! A huge hole near the second on a wet soggy then disorganized carpet.The velvet couldn't handle it and sank deeper to a dark infested hole.
To believe that my head had gone off the railing. I can't swallow the fact where I had to remind myself of the well being of an year old owned building.Think of how the necromancer needed a new victim sooner rather than later. I completely missed it .
"Ricky!" I exclaimed. She wasn't anything like a ginger.Although she was a friend introduced to me by a friend.I tried not to cut to the chase at a an astonishing rate but bare with a soul.
"Sabi"
Odd to be normal whilst standing on a tragedy.
A long pause was issued. Must have been the forced giggles.Fake smiles or weird looks that tried to roar of the normality but couldn't.A shame. Almost felt like a bootleg.
I wish I wasn't the one to break the silence. Had to be done carelessly of the result. I stared dead-eyed at those gorgeous common pupils of hers. Raised my hand to touch her shoulders.
"What brought you here?" Suddenly her pupils dilated. Her shoulders were uneasy. She kept adjusting her posture. I waited patiently for the green light. She had an inexplicable habit of playing with her fingers in particular situations. Meaning she either lier kept a secret or saw something better left unseen.
Bingo!The moment I heard the scratching tip of her well-polished hands. I cracked her. It was just a twisted game of knowing that you are the clown and she was the spoiled kid tasting your intelligence. I got her.
Ricky abruptly stopped with the hands and began with the savvy."I came to check on your well-being" App? aparently her intentions were mine ."You gave me a hint as to where you hide the spare keys. You said that I was welcomed any time. May I remind you that you gave me a free pass to your humble abode?"
I forgot my words. And now I had an assigned work to have to rethink.
"I swear it was not me, I found your house flooded. The noises attracted. I might as well think that the power is out. Or at least most of your electric devices are abused. Don't worry I turned off every device. I just turned off the leaking taps. Believe me, it's not me."
" I believe you. It's not you at all. You are a trusted friend, aren't you?"
Sadly she never fell for it Although she was stuck on repeat pledging not guilty. I never pointed a finger at her. Merely thoughts but never attempted to point a finger at her. At least not aloud for her to hear.
I escorted her out. She ceased not to sing her song again. She pledged not guilty. I believed her the first to thrice times. Except the more she echoed not guilty the more, I swallowed indecisiveness. I should have let her go on her way. For all sakes of peace of mind, I stopped her.
"Tell me it's you. I will forgive you. I will dig the tragedy deep into the rough sands. I will forgive you nonetheless. I swear on my ego. Just admit it. I won't mind at all"
She walked away. Said not even a squeak. It didn't matter whether I offended her or not. I needed to know. To get filled on the information missing in the current present. I also had a ruined house, a tap which was never closed, and a one-man army to handle it.
And just the luck I needed.Mrs.Rouse in her lavish car pulling up at my front door. Her excuse was to deliver an oral apology and to discuss her son's behavior. Furthermore to shame herself for despising. Of course, this needed some tea to talk over. And in the end, she found out about my tragedy of a house.
Mrs.Rose had just found a perfect over-the-top way of apologizing. The house itself depicted the phrase beauty is on the inside. By that logic, I unknowingly called my crib ugly. She scanned my body. Smiled and later hugged me.