From A Stranger | ✓

2 September 2014

"Waiter! Give me another beer!" 

"Waiter!"

"WAITER!!"

OUCH! My head hurts so damn much. It is gonna explode. 

I keep my foot on the ground and try to stand up but fail miserably. 

Wait. This is my home. How am I at my home? I remember being at the pub yesterday and I know I didn't come here by myself then who brought me here?

"I did."

I turned around to face the door of my bed room and saw a girl of nearly my age standing there.

"You did?"

"Yes."

"Who are you?"

"I am your love Jeremy."

"Woah! I don't know you miss."

  She walked towards me.  

"I am Samara. And you know everything about me."

We were close enough to kiss but there was no way I would do that!

"Get away! I know nothing about you."

"Oh Jer! Don't you remember the nights we spent together and the dates that we had gone to?"

"Fuck off bitch! I said I don't know you!"

Or wait. Maybe I do. 

DING DONG

"Excuse me." 

I rushed past her and went down to the door to collect the letter.

"Good morning sir."

"Hi Peter."

He handed me the letter and silently walked away.

As soon as I turned around after closing the door, I saw Samara standing right in front of me.

"What is that baby?"

"None of your concerns. And I am not your baby."

As soon as I opened the envelope, she snatched the letter from me.

"Let me see."

She took out the photographs from inside and the letter too.

"Oh! So it's from your bitch."

"Mind yourself! You have no rights to say that."

"Someone is being protective unnecessarily. Don't you remember she ditched you? Poor boy."

"Get out of my place and hand me that letter and those photographs. Right now!"

"You want these?"

In one go, she tore the letter and the photographs.

HOW DARE SHE DO THAT? 

I could feel the blood boiling inside me.

"YOU BITCH! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!"

I was holding her neck by now.

"L....leav...e m....e."

"Why did you do that?!"

"J....jer..."

She was suffocating by now and so I let her go. I don't wish to kill someone. 

"Get your ass out of this place or I'll seriously become a murderer today."

"You are wrong! You are so wrong! You'll regret this."

And with that she walked out of the house.

On the floor, I could see the pieces of the letter and her photograph. I picked them up and tried to fix them. But all my attempts to do so failed. 

I could still see the photographs of her along with a guy. 

WHO WAS SHE?

I tried fixing the letter as well but I just couldn't.

Who was she?! 

Who is Samara? 

GOD! Why don't I remember a thing? 

And why did she do this?

Today, it's the first time in so many days that I'd have to spend the day without reading Emily's letter.

I am sorry Emily. I am really very sorry.

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