HIBEE-JEEBIES



OMG!!! This man is heartless. So does it mean I shared my bed with a snake course? These are what snakes can do. I hid behind a wooden drunk. I could see everything from him. When did he get the time to change his clothes? He stood there wearing a black vest and black sweatpants. Patria is in the middle of the room with the boss in front of her.

That the room was dark, frightened to death. I am not scared of the dark, but this time I don't know what happened to me.

" Hahaha! Hahaha! Patria Hercules. My queen. Look at how beautiful you are. " As he uttered those words uttered from his mouth, he removed the white cloth from her mouth. I am convinced that charming people by being kind is just! Myth. How can he be so heartless?

" Take her away!" He instructed.

They surely did what he insisted. If you could see Patria's face when they took her away. Her face filled with tears as they carried her into another room. Skin turning pale for she was in plastic for a very long time. Mercilessly, Johnson looked away as Partia called out his name telling him how much she loves him. His hands straight into his pockets and peeked at the green stained glass window. He is thinking about something terrible to do next. I wonder what he's up to? He doesn't contain any sign of guilt on his face. Maybe he is used to doing heartless actions like this.

After a few minutes, he went out without even seeing me. Taking the keys out of his pocket, unlocked the car and hit the road. On his way to the corner of the building, he spotted my car, took a peek at it for some minutes, and carried on with his journey.

The question that played riddles in my head was if I should go and save Partia from this man or if should I just bounce. The sweetheart in me opted to go and save her but my brain threatened it by frequently playing a scene where Partia kissed Johnson in front of me. And everything single time I recall this memory, it hurt the same way. So I decided to leave without saving her. What if she gets too excited after saving her and comes on to destroy my own life?

I sneaked myself out of the building, luckily there was no one in the same room I was so it was easy for me to go out without making any sound.

Successfully, I went out of the place but when I arrived outside I sheared a tear and wiped it off with toilet paper from my coat.

I went to my car with a broken heart because of something I recently saw. The decision I made. Does it mean that I am that heartless too? How can I leave with saving someone's life? For 5 minutes I sited and cried in the car until I become numb to my emotions.

Weakly driving my car to the place I live. For me, it felt like the day of judgment was near. It's not like I am going to die soon but I am going to die someday. It's a fact.

The beauty of the pack I passed by didn't glitter in the same way as it used to every time I saw it. The grass in the park shouted death, the pink periwinkle symbolized pain and everything else was just a blur of my spirit upliftment.

I know I wasn't kidnapped that day but it felt like it was me. I was present every moment they tortured Partia excluding the time when they took her into another room. What if they went on killing her? I might be the calibrate if anybody finds that I was present in that scene. I might get arrested. Should I flee the country cause it seems like I don't have a chance of surviving in this? Next, I am the target for sure. And how am I going to be able to look at him in the office? He terrifies me a lot lately.

I went straight to my apartment. Dropping the keys at the table as usual. Went off to sleep even though it was recently dark. In my nightgown relaxing on the headboard. The raindrops started showering. I stirred at the window wondering. Is this the way pain is going to drop into my life? So I was born to be sorrowful.

I am living with colossal pain and terrible childhood memories of being raped by my father. The worst part was my mother did not believe a word I was saying. Expelled me out of the precious house and left me to loiter around the street. Back then I grew up depressed. I had to find myself a job at the age of nineteen to survive. Spending sleepless nights so that I could make extra earnings. I never looked back. I carried on with this pain. Until where I am today. It feels like there is a bad omen hidden somewhere to destroy my life. I hardly have a pleasant day or things working for my good. The pain has left a deep wound in me and every time I see an elderly man passing by me in the streets who looks like my father, I get so scared that I would poop my pants. Sometimes it feels like he is going to extend his hand and grab my arm or even choke my neck. In my world, anybody is capable of doing something really bad no matter how good they appear in front of our faces. They are all the finest sinners. Trust nobody but sometimes I need them in my and that's a problem. How am I going to be careful in the next future? Please keep changing in front of you without even making you aware that you have to work away.

After watching a movie of questions inside my head, I slept with the light on.

Very, unfortunately, Patria's scene kept its own in my imagination. I could help myself but stare at the ceiling the whole night.

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