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.
It was twelve minutes past eight. I called Eric again.
“Hello ?”, I said, trembling.
“Can I come over to your place tonight ?”
“Eric, you there ?”
“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.
“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.
“Err… Okay, but why ?”
“We’ll talk there. I’ll be there in an hour.”
(To be continued…)
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