"girl, I had the best kiss today", he asserts.
"Really!, I didn't let you kiss my lip", I made an exceptional remark, well so far, yes I did.
"In that case, aren't you proud to be a head roller", he chuckled.
"okhay, In an emergency, it gets oxidised in the cells to release more energy". I felt wildly foolish for trying to interrelate things, yet, is a piece of useless knowledge.
He looked at me in mute hopeless appeal.
"Shana, I'll never mock you if and only if you abandon that insane desire to be numbskull", he waited in vain for a response.
"That promise is worthless, can't help it".
Did he just really talk to me? And we indeed had a normal conversation about abnormal stuff. Totally my type This was unbelievable.
"how do you know my name?!" I asked.
"next time, do set a password on your screen", he sniggered.
"it now all makes sense about the missed calls".
He seemed to be very nosy about my stuff, considering himself an authoritarian person to know me. Even so, I've to survive, hence communication seems to be important at this present juncture.
"Can I ask you one thing, even if you do mind?!" I waited for his strut response. ...
"yeah".
If truth be told, he gave a response after his deep reflective thought, squeezing his eyes almost to shut. His intonation was strangely subdued but felt a raging ambivalence to every alphabet he speak so dreamily.
"why did they bully you?!, I mean, ah, any reason?!".
I thought I would ask very appropriately under the circumstances yet his expression took me away.
His plain expression slowly turns to more repulsive that absolutely made me feel nauseous.
"Since you aren't going anywhere, I can tell you but I don't want to". He answered.
Said so badly that I would not wish to talk to him further. He turned away his gaze and quickly arose from his couch and left.
He didn't tie me this time. I had a moment to examine the house thoroughly. I pursued him to observe a little what he does.
There was a long, shadowy, cobbled passage leading up to his bedroom which seemed to be more like walking inside a tunnel.
Inspecting someone can be a little tricky and dangerous business.
I hid on the far side of the wall. Behind the cupboard where I spotted him, hung almost motionless to the ground , thus far, I peered suspiciously for his underwear with clear intentions, I swear.
Thereby into the bargain, saw him turning the pages of a book. I could sense a change in his movement.
In the dim light it was difficult to make out the illustration. But I know for sure that it contains invaluable source material. I can finally take my revenge back, once I get a chance.
He flitted away ultimately, thereupon felt a distinct possibility to make off with the book.
I little by little and in a dignified style stepped inside the room and gracefully unfurled the cupboard door.
There were many books pilled up in a series.
'Torture before Massacre'; 'exonerate assassination' and 'night of crimes' in its entirety.
I was already feeling sick to my stomach.
The most gruesome murderer brutally mown down Shana Mish.
I couldn't think of anything else before or even after. Before he get lay hold of me, I quickly made tracks.
I know when life becomes a confidence trickster. The supposition that, you are stuck in a forest because of not knowing your whereabouts and despite that, can't find another way ahead, and suddenly life again fucks you right on the mark just as soon as the lion roars advancing in a purposeful way deriving out of the forest.
The place you hung stock-still, was no bit of a fluke, you had to run blind ways to save your butt all the way just to encounter yearning snakes ahead.
This example I usually felt was worthy of attention.
Life isn't unpredictable, it is predictably self-confessed to destiny.
I am stating facts that is being proven at the end, because life screws me everywhere. I hid somewhere towards I haven't got a foggiest idea about, as per the situation, he reappeared to his room.
His aura is designed to intimidate. I was terror-stricken. I backed off my feet as he advanced more.
Felt like he was possessing a sense of scent- tracks.
Thereby, an evil-smelling malodorous
emanated from the narrow passageway leading up to a different room. How is that possible. Room attached to a different room. That was extremely horrifying. I was utterly dumbfounded, having no clue, either going back or moving forward to a questionable room.