GIOVANNI
" H - how did y - you get in? The door is locked and how come I haven't heard any noise?! "
I asked her with confusion and uncertainty evident on my face.
And for the third time around, I saw her expression changed, from calm to confused. Her brows knitted, then she started speaking or I'd rather say explaining.
" How did I get in?
I opened the door and entered this room. It wasn't locked. Remember, I was the one who closed it. "
She tsked,
" Use your sense of common. A five year old kid can answer that simple question. "
Help me believe in her. Because, her reasons are believable, but my rational mind argues that it is illogical. She nearly fooled me, but she busted the chance by stating that, I am talking to myself. See? How come can she say that I was talking to myself, when I was just talking inside my mind?
I was pulled out of my train of thoughts when she placed a food tray on top of my lap. Then she spoked with her cold and dead voice again.
" Eat. I wouldn't be here for a couple of hours. "
She paused for a moment, then stared blankly at my blue eyes.
" You can do anything you want, as long as you're here in this room. You are not allowed to get out of this room. "
I blinked once. I blinked twice. I blinked thrice. Let's wait for three seconds, maybe she'll say, 'joke, joke, joke, handsome Giovanni!!' I waited for three seconds, four seconds, five seconds, six seconds, seven seconds, eight seconds, nine seconds, ten sec- Fuck her, she's got to be kidding me!!!
" What the actual fuck, fuck faced lunatic bluffer. How dare you, order me in my own house?!! "
I frustratedly ran my slender fingers on my smooth hair. I haven't thought that she has that kind of face, a thick one! Fuck her, urgghhhh!!!!! When I felt full on pulling my hair, I took a spoonful of foo-
" Fuck, what kind of food is this?! "
I furiously asked as I finished spitting the forsaken food that she served me. Wait- was that even supposed to be called food?! I stared accusingly at the thing placed inside a transparent bowl. Eeeewww... It was a rice swimming in the middle of a sticky colorless liquid. What is this?!
I fixed my gaze at her, accusingly. Then the smirk of that fuck faced lunatic bluffer is on the show again.
" Are you trying to poison me with this food?!!! "
I yelled at her, not minding her dark shadow casting down at me.
" Is this even called food? Answer me, fuck face?!! "
I yelled at her frustratingly. She's trying really hard in containing her laughter. She found this thing funny. Well, I'm not joking here! I stood up not minding the tray on my lap, causing for it to fall. Spilling all the contents of that forsaken bowl.. Then, I saw her expression change.
Her expression darkened. Fuck, I can feel her dark aura looming all around her. The atmosphere in my room, became more heavy than it did before. Then, she spoked dangerously.
" That is a food and it is called porridge. It has no poison. "
Her words were sharp. Calm, yet deadly. Then, she took a step forward. So, is it my fault now, that I haven't known that kind of food? I wasn't informed you know. I don't know that a forsakened food named porridge, does exist.
Her brows were raised higher than its usual. Her face and eyes projects amusement. And then her playful smirk resurfaced.
" Still the same, old ignorant, d- "
She paused, as if she have just caught herself on time. In a matter of seconds, her eyes shows a lot of emotions. I blinked, then all of those emotions were hidden back in her hooded pair of eyes.
" Stranger... "
She finished. Her eyes were back into that blank emotionless and dark shade.
" Stay here in this room and never get out. Or else...you'll die. "
After saying those words she left my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, dumb founded. What did she mean about her words?
"Still the same, old ignorant, d- stranger... "
" Still the same, old ignorant, d- stranger... "
" Still the same old ignorant, d- stranger... "
As if, she just caught her from slipping. I know this is weird, but right now I feel empty.
Maybe, because I've got enough of that fuck faced lunatic bluffers' insults? I roamed my eyes inside my room again. Call me weird, but I'm doubting if I really am inside my room, my house, my property.
The interior is the same, the furniture's are the same. Every single thing is on its proper order and places. I should be one hundred percent sure, but I'm not. Fuck this, am I being manipulated by that fuck faced lunatic bluffers' words?! Fuck her to hell!!!
I tried lying on my bed again. When her words echoed in my mind again.
"Stay here in this room and never get out. Or else...you'll die. "
I tried closing my eyes, but it doesn't help at all. The volume of her voice just fucking intensified.
I will never know the truth, unless I will look for it.
I stood up from the bed and cursed beneath my breath, when I stomped on the spilled forsakened food, called porridge.
" Fuck this porridge. "
But instead of fussing all about it, I ignored it completely. Not minding the sticky uncomfortable feeling under my foot. I directly headed to the direction of the door. I reach for its knob. When, I was about to turn it open, her words echoed thoroughly in my mind.
" Stay here in this room and never get out. Or else...you'll die. "
" Stay here in this room and never get out. Or else...you'll die. "
Fuck her words! This is insane, why am I even letting her words affect me?! I closed my eyes and by the time I opened it I made my decision.
" This is my house. My room. My property. My rules. My say. Fuck her!!! "
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Egavas_Etrom