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The water falling from the shower slide down my skin, I closed my eyes remembering the events of today. Matthew's eyes looking at me as if I was not more than a stranger make me feel vulnerable. Matthew's exhausted face was repeatedly playing over and over again, his face was shattered and worn out, and he has become very thin.
" Who are you?"
It is just only three words to slice my feelings into fragments. Just a simple words, it burns my body like a flaming fire. Some people are hurts by words, some by action, and some by betrayal. But the greatest hurt is that when the person refused to know you who once claimed that you were another piece of his life.
Sometimes a single word hurt like anything that encourages you to vanish in a sec.
It counts just a single day to flipped my world upside down that I invest my whole life building it. Instead of worrying about myself I still wonder what Matthew will be doing now? Is he taking his medicine on time?
But comparing to what Mr Mayer had informed me, Matthew has not been cooperating.
The water stopped dripping when I turned the shower off, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself, pushing the door aside.
All of a sudden I heard my phone beeping over the table. I looked at the screen to see who it was remembering at the sleep hours. My eyes stretched to a large extent on seeing the caller's name. It was none other than Mr Mayer. I immediately tapped on the green button, and place it over my ear.
"Hello."
" Kiddo, where are you right now?"
My brows twisted, at this hours where was I supposed to be. In a club, Nah I wasn't in favour of the style of chilling myself in a suffocated area. After being abused by today's incident I don't have the will to go somewhere. His tone was something like the voice of a desperate person in need.
" At home, Mr Mayer. Am I supposed to be somewhere?"
" Thank God! You're at home Semerin. It will be such a headache if you aren't. Can you come over here? The situation is getting out of my control. , come quickly as fast as you can. "
Now, what on earth happened? It was nearly 10: 46 pm, and by regular routine, I am asleep by now. I don't like the idea of going outside alone late at night, there are many chances that I might be attacked by someone. I don't have any hope to slide away to whoever was hiding inside the bushes of the night.
" Mr Mayer are you aware of the time?"
" It doesn't matter. You have to come right now, don't think of delaying the time."
I was about to make some comments when I heard a scream as desperate as pain tugging into its composition coming from the phone. I shriek back, catching my breath as fast as I can. The scream was again heard by me.
What's happening? I understand if Mr Mayer wants me to come badly for some urgent issues, but I didn't expect him to scream at me. That scream again I heard, it travels through my ear like thunderstorms, I realised that it wasn't Mr Mayer's voice. It was the voice of the person whom I don't want to hear.
Is it him?
" Mr Mayer, Is it Matthew? "
" Please come as quick as you can, I will explain things later on. Time is delicate, if the notable time slipped then the next thing we are going to lose will be none other than Matthew. "
Thousand of thoughts have transformed into innumerable anxieties. The anxiety weight heavier than my emotions that my resolve was blocked by my anxieties. Late at night, I wasn't expecting to hear any of that sort, I was done by experiencing the scene of today. What do I know that God was planning me to show more of the exhibition out of my will. Sadly even God was pushing things out of my permission.
I don't want to have any plans on visiting Mayer's Mansion no sooner, or any longer. I was not in a state to assume anything it was like a dream to what I have seen today. I couldn't swallow the things, and hence I needed time for myself to accept the truth.
" Kiddo, are you listening?"
I snapped." Uh... Yes Mr Mayer I am all ears."
" I am sending the car, so be prepared he might be downstairs by now."
He was sending a car, so quick. I was afraid if my brain can handle things so out of all expectations. Me Mayer is sending his car. I still have the chance to refuse.
But what if my selfishness will result in seeing Matthew's graveyard? Will I able to breathe again, to let the one who slipped away who teach me how to breathe in my life?
By the moment when I was dissolved in my thoughts, Mr Mayer has already hung up the call. Good for me that I was getting some space to cope with the situations. I grabbed skinny jeans and a yellow top. I positioned my eyes to my surroundings, and get ahold of my keys to make sure my apartment won't be invaded. I don't need to worry since I didn't hide any golds in my room.
I pushed the key into the hole if the lock, but it wasn't getting in.
Damn in a time like this, was it necessary to pick a fight with me?
I tried again, and this time the key slipped out of my fingers. Such wastage of time, I had the urge to jump from the building or I was digging my own grave in my imagination.
Things aren't going against my will, it was my frustration that was resulting in making things more complicated.
Calm down, I inhaled a deep breath, letting the cool air passed through my heated organs. And this time I get boosted with a tiny determination and pushed the key after picking it up from the floor. And it worked, a smile brimmed over my face but that didn't last long. So does it mean that things weren't against me? Was I the one who was going against them?
It wasn't a good time to drown in the lake of my thoughts since a maximum of them were negative.
I inward my limp as fast as I can, dragging it at the full speed. In the hallway, it was a little spooky since my footsteps were scaring the shit out of me. Every echoed of my footsteps remind me that I was going to see Matthew again. Will I be strong enough to face him? I don't know.
Running down the floor, I arrive at the floor. I was grateful to the street light that was bringing the things into my vision, if not I was surrounded by darkness, unpleasant darkness.
When I ran out of the gate, I saw the glitter of the light reflecting on the metal of a long car. The darkness wasn't enough that the texture of the car was painted in black. Soon a man appeared to be getting out of the car, the dim light didn't allow me to scanned his features. It wasn't even important for me to even see him, so I hopped inside the car on a gesture of that unknown man.
And soon enough, the ride began. The strange thing was you know what, like in every other mentioning, every sec was not less than an hour. And every minute was slaying my sanity apart. What was it, a romantic drama? Hell, it sounds like a sentimental love story. Where a girl after enduring two years of departure with her friends, found him in a drastic state and even his father was calling the girl his hope. What the heck is this with this shitty plot of a novel? Is God messing with me?
And I know what's going to happen next, surely I will fall in love with Matthew, the power of true love will help him overcome his anxiety and the end. Wow, what a masterpiece!
As if that's gonna ever happen. But I do I wished if reality would follow that plot, at least Matthew will be alright. At least I don't have to bear the pain to see him suffering.
Who am I kidding again by wishing a silly cliche storyline to happen? Remember, he doesn't even remember you. How will you help someone who is traumatized for years? I wonder in my absence what cause him this frustrated that he has become like this. And the reason behind his melancholy was a mystery to even his father, Mr Mayer.
Then the car entered a huge gate that was very tall, about 8 feet, I felt like an ant, and from the window, I was able to capture a mesmerising sight. Above the Mansion lies the dark sky, and the light from the Mansion was gleaming beautifully. But only I know what was underneath the beauty.
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After the car was parked in the parking lot, soon a maid was waiting eagerly for my arrival. Soon I was following her to the floor and stairs, she was in charge of taking me to the destined place. Both of us dragged our feet to walk as fast as we can, and capturing the expression over the maid's face I was sure the situation wasn't what I expected to be. Her expression tells the things that I don't want to face.
Soon I heard a twitching scream again, fully vibrant over the brazen Mansion. when the voice entered my eardrum it felt like my ears were bleeding. It felt like it was bleeding.
In front of my eyes, I observed more people were standing in the hallway next to a room, at least I saw two men and one girl whose expression screams horror. I gulped, when I heard the hideous scream again, it was the echoed of someone who was tortured for years.
I was welcomed with an unfriendly gaze when I run to the next room. On reaching there, at least 10 people were standing in front of me, who was the worker of the Mansion. The way they were inspecting my presence was not quite pleasant. They stared at me with unfriendly eyes like I wasn't supposed to be here. I was out of place.
I didn't understand why they were treating me so indifferently.
I heard another desperate scream, a scream that gesture to someone to set them free. I inwards my foot towards the room, still not feeling easy by the stares I received. It didn't matter to me since I was more focused on Matthew.
In the corner of the room, I found Matthew pulling his strands of hair as if he didn't feel any pain in pulling his hair. His eyes were wide opened, despite the tiredness visible in his eyes, like he wasn't asleep for days.
" Young Master, please calm down." I heard a butler pleading to him. But I was thunderstruck when Matthew glared at him, with such amount of hatred that I couldn't measure.
" Don't you dare touched me, the consequence will not be good." Matthew said I was disappointed to find his voice scary instead of sweet. He looked less like a summer schoolboy, he looked not less than a psycho killer.
" Young master please take your medicine, you're sick."
Matthew's eyes grew larger, and the dark patches around his eyes grew more hideous. He was breathing heavily, and he was trembling looking at the floor. But wasn't exactly staring at the floor, rather he was in thought according to my senses.
I run out of words, this doesn't felt like reality. It was like I was stuck in my nightmares that I was trying to awake from. How should I be awake from this horrendous dream? But then I remembered Mr Mayer consolation.
" Sometimes reality is worst than a nightmare that we are inhabiting."
" All of you, don't stand there like a stupid faggot. Go and catch him." I heard Mr Mayer who was standing some distance away from me.
The four butlers forwarded their steps on his command, Matthew heard their steps and inspect their intentions that he glared at them with a massive hatred that was enough to burn a person. Every one of them froze on their track, pale blues was dreamy that was what I thought, I didn't know that pale blue eyes was scary to screw someone's determination.
" I won't repeat, catch him or else you're free to pack your belongings the next sec." Mr Mayer said, that every one of them was distressed in losing their jobs. Sweat dripped from their foreheads because both of the blue eyes was not scarier than a monster.
Someone forwarded his steps, Matthew suddenly threw a flower vase towards his direction, it landed on his head, and blood slides down his face. My limbs were trembling, so Mr Mayer called me over at night to witnessed his other cruel side. Why did he think I can handle him, he has lost his sanity, he is insane?
" Dammit. Catch him before he hurt someone again." Mr Mayer said, clenching his jaw.
He said someone again, does it mean he has hurt someone in the past? Matthew grabbed a lamp, glaring at us as if we want to feed on his sorrow like we were his worst enemy.
He threw the lamp, in our direction hopefully it wasn't in my direction. But there another painful voice echoed in the room, there I saw fresh blood oozing out of a maid's leg. Tears escaped from her eyes, and she sated at her limbs unbelievable when she noticed the large price of glasses inside her flesh. Thankfully she was taken care of by her coworker, I noticed her exiting the room.
Matthew began to threw drinking glasses, a clock and some other things in our direction that we were forced to emigrate from the room. But I couldn't run away, I couldn't run away, my organs stop responding to my commands.
Only me and Matthew was alone in the room. He was screaming, pulling his hair, punching the wall causing his flesh to tear apart, blood was everywhere. The smell irritates my nostrils, I want to vomit.
He was pulling his hair again, and repeatedly will be screaming like he was giving me a hint in how much he was in pain. He grabbed a chair and smashed it into the wall, fragments broke apart, some were stuck into his face, his face was bleeding as well. I closed my ears with both my hands when he screamed again.
" Stop it Matthew, please stop it," I said, tears escaped from my eyes.
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