Tasting Evil-Part 4: Surviving a Scare

I fell asleep.

I woke up again and looked at the clock. It said half past twelve. Beautiful, I thought. I could see the shadow of the trees falling right on the floor and the pale moon. “Drinking too much, Jen?” said a voice. I could sense the vibrations. I could feel myself walking across the corridor without a purpose. I found myself walking into the kitchen again. The heck?

I felt I was being hypnotized. It was horrible.

As I walked back to my couch, I felt someone was behind me. Before I could turn, I was dragged along the floor, my head smashed against the door. Then someone held my neck against the wall. “You shitty moron !”, said a terrifying voice, echoing. I felt helpless. I couldn’t utter a word. Breathless. Someone had kicked me hard, and I found myself staring at the ceiling, hopeless. I screamed. A silent scream of pain and anger. What the shit on earth was going on ?

I fell unconscious. Bitch, Lilly Redbook. I had gone into mere oblivion, absolute stupor. I was bleeding, my hand seemed as if it was paralyzed, my left leg almost frozen. Only my heart pumping told me I was still alive. Game Over, I thought.

The next thing I remember was me sitting on the bed. I was surrounded by my mom, my dad and my sister. Deja-vu.

“Jen, what do you even think of yourself?”, asked my dad. Sympathy-Zero level. I was taken to a doctor, and then to a psychologist. It felt horrendous, monstrous and grim.

I could hear nothing what the psychologist had said, but pretended to be listening. Gave irrelevant, inapt and immaterial answers. He told something to my family later, but I didn’t care.

Evening :

It was twelve minutes past eight. I called Eric again.

“Hello ?”, I said, trembling.

“Hello ?”

“Can I come over to your place tonight ?”

Silence.

“Eric, you there ?”

“Ahm, yes.”

“I asked you can I come there tonight ?”

For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. He’d have felt weird. Don’t think shit, I thought.

“Eric ?”

“Yes, but…”

“You have a bunker bed, right ? I’ll sleep on the top and you sleep down. Or vice versa. So no problem. Not a big thing.” I felt my voice was now a bit commanding.

Pause.

“Okay ?”

“Err… Okay, but why ?”

“We’ll talk there. I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Okay.”

(To be continued…)

P.S. You can check out my other posts on “Tasting Evil” by clicking on the tags ‘pen2me’ and ‘Tasting Evil’ or by clicking ‘View all posts by pen2me’ .

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