There he was again, staring at me and I wondered, what exactly does he want from me? He tried to come close but I shut him out. Truth is he scared me. He was flawless, I found nothing wrong with him, he was too good to be true.. like all the maniacs in horror movies are usually nice until your best friend is pointing a knife at your throat. No thanks, I'd rather keep my distance. So I avoided him and for weeks I even forgot about his very existence.
The suburbs where I live is a tough place to be. People have no natural affection, everyone looks out for themselves only, even to the other person's detriment. And so I knew I was going to be in trouble when the guys caught up with me, I had gone against the plan, kept some of the money for myself. Oh I knew they would find out, Qasheh had his ears all around, I just thought I'd make it out of town before they knew. They caught me at the train station, scared everyone away to deal with me, beat me blue black till I felt numb and all I could see was blood.
They stopped hitting me. What were they done already? I've witnessed countless punishments to traitors actually none of them lives through it. The beating is usually just a warm up so when they stopped I was confused. I heard noises but I couldn't look up. All of a sudden, someone was carrying me and then I passed out.
I woke up to find myself in a room painted blue, it was really neat and spacious. There was a bandage around my head, band-aids on my wounds.... Who did this? If its Qasheh then I know I'm really in for some pain but Qasheh would never be this kind. Clean clothes were also folded in a stack. I've just concluded I'm in heaven when this woman comes in with a tray to tend my wounds. She doesn't say anything, just removing the plasters and cleaning my wounds until I ask who she is. She says she has been paid to nurse me. By who, I ask and she just smiles and leaves the room. At this point, I am dumbfounded. who, what, how, why? Someone else brings me food and smiles without saying a word. I don't eat it,who knows, it could be poisoned. But an hour later and a growling stomach, I am devouring the food. I was going to die anyway doesn't matter if its by poisoning. But an hour later and a growling stomach, I am devouring the food. I was going to die anyway doesn't matter if its by poisoning. Only then did he walk in.
How did he find me? Who told him I was here? Where is here?
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General Fiction'There he was again, staring at me and I wondered, what exactly does he want from me? He was flawless, I found nothing wrong with him, he was too good to be true.. like all the maniacs in horror movies are usually nice until your best friend is poin...
