Listening to these talks made me remember some unpleasant memories of the past that I had buried in the deepest corners of my mind, I became more and more annoyed as I started to ring the doorbell again and again.
"Did they have a couple's fight"
"'The man must be at fault, he must have cheated"
"Who knows for all we know the woman might be trying to hide her lover inside, it must be normal for a beautiful young woman like her with no parents to have a sugar daddy"
When I heard the last comment I unconsciously clenched my hands as tightly as much as I could, and my head pain started to grow more.
I felt like someone was knocking a hammer on my head.
After waiting for like a century the door finally opened and to not let her hear these rubbish people talk I pushed her inside the apartment and closed the door.
I observed the apartment looked at the TV and walked near it, I sat on the sofa in front of the TV and motioned her to sit on it too.
She looked at me with a worrisome face but right now I didn't have the strength or mood to engage in any kind of small talk so I just pointed at the TV while ignoring her expression.
She looked at me for some seconds but I didn't give her any response but just kept looking at the TV.
She might have had many things to talk about but I didn't want to talk about the past, to be honest, we had stopped discussing our problems a long time ago.
We had changed, no to be more precise I had changed while she was still the simple and honest person she was.
She might have understood that I didn't have any intention to talk to her so she simply nodded at me and started to play a horror movie which according to her was actually haunted as her friend had told her.
So what am I going to be now cursed and going to get seven days warning and some creepy girl who never washes her hair is going to come out of the TV?
The movie was going and I had heard different kinds of screams a human can make and that too not from the movie but from the idiot sitting beside me.
The movie might not have had characters scream as much as my sister had screamed in half an hour.
What is she even doing, is she trying to transform like a certain gold-haired anime character if not then why is she even screaming so loud because of just a horror movie?
I sometimes ask why god had given me an ape for a sister, is it hard for her to act normal for even a day and not show her brutish nature at least not in front of me?
Suddenly the room light started to flicker during the climax of the movie and her scream started to become louder and louder.
She might just set a record in Guinness world record for the loudest voice,
And what's up with the lights has she not even changed them from last time?
Oh god, the last time I visited her home was like 3 months ago.
My body started to tremble and I started to sweat heavily, it was not because I was afraid of this stupid movie but because of the lack of sleep and the high tension I was going through these days.
I tried to stand up but suddenly everything started to blacken in front of me.
It was like the darkness had started to spread from everywhere trying to consume every fabric of my being.
The darkness disappeared and everything became clear in front of my eyes, I was still sitting on the sofa and watching the fucking horror movie with my sister.
My sister probably didn't notice what I had gone through as her gaze was transfixed on the TV.
I had decided that it was time for me to have a warm drink, well it might be surprising that even though I am 21 today I still don't like alcohol.
Don't get me wrong I can very well hold a good drink but I very much prefer hot chocolate in cold times like these.
I stood up and prepared to make up a good hot chocolate but suddenly a loud scream came from the TV and my chest started to hurt like hell.
I had fallen to the ground trying to breathe even a little.
My sister had rushed to me and was shaking me trying to know what happened to me, her entire face was covered in tears and there were many things I wanted to say to her but I couldn't.
The world around me started to darken again but this time it was permanent.
I had started to lose all of my senses be it touch or even hearing.
It was like I had become one with darkness or the darkness had become me. The thing is it didn't matter to me as for me it was the same result in the end.
I realized I was slowly dying my thoughts started to become slower and extremely jumpy as one minute I was thinking about how I didn't have any friends until the last moments while the other moment I was thinking of the ultimate solution to the world poverty.
In the last seconds of my life, I hadn't thought of my sister or of so-called regrets in my life but I was thinking that death is actually quite comforting and relaxing.
I knew that a normal person would actually think of his family or even be in despair but I am someone who didn't even shred a single drop of tears at the funeral of my parents while people who might have not even known them for a single day have shredded a complete lake for them.