HELL HOLE

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Gloomy Sunday

"Jamie, can't you cook something?" I mumbled in my sleep pushing my best friend out of my bed and with a loud thud he was on the floor. He groaned. Being tired of the dreary world and depressing life I casually told my brain to go back to sweet sleep where all these sentiments will end peacefully.

"If one day I seriously kill you, don't be surprised," he yelped from the floor I was drifting slowly back into my sleep his voice coming dreamy and like I'm underwater and he's just yelled just like they muffled the cries of everyone and everything.
Sometimes own thoughts can turn into triggers.
Human nature is presumed to forget and forgive, terrifying nightmares were supposed to be dreams once.

"Aye, blud wakes up," Jamie said waking me up. My mind was still in slumber. Heavy misty sleep making it hard to open my eyes.

"Have you made something?" I asked rubbing my eyes trying to come out of my thoughts to finally into the present moment. I sat on my bed yawing and opened my eyes it was murky outside, dark clouds covering the sky. It was a gloomy Sunday.
I seemed to adore it, warm and eerie at the same time.

"Yes, I have now wake up," James said in frustration, picking me up from the bed. My legs felt wobbly. My hands instantly gripped on his brown sweatshirt from his neck which was hand-knit by his mother which held a special place for him.

"I'm still sleepy," I said taking a deep sigh and putting my head on his chest. Dragging me to the kitchen with full force. Accidentally hitting my head on the kitchen cabinet.
"It's already 11:00 bitch. I even cooked food," he said patting me on my head. I sat on the kitchen island. It was made of wood and it sometimes gives an aroma like a rain forest.

Our kitchen was just perfect. A homey and warm feeling was just there. It was a traditional English cottage kitchen with some plants here and there. Jamie was obsessed with plants and buying a lot of books.
The light from outside was making the house darker. Making us turn on the lights.

"I just made some lovely beans and toast with some eggs," he smiled at me. He sure was a great cook to he always made pretty decent food. We became friends because of his food otherwise what can I say I don't like talking that much sometimes. I make friends but lose them faster than the sunny weather in London.

"Is there any tea and have you eaten yet?" I asked taking my food.
I absolutely couldn't go without tea or coffee.
"Nope, I didn't," He said washing the pan.
"Fancy a cup of tea then?" I smiled.
"Don't ask those stupid questions," he chuckled. He was as oddly obsessed with tea as I was but as always Jamie likes stuff or don't. He was a coffee hater too.

Taking the pan from the drawer I added some water to it and kept it on the stove to boil it, Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Then another followed by an impatient slap on the door. Somebody just wants to get bloody beaten.
"Just lemme check," I said getting frustrated can't we just have silence till 1 hour after waking up.

"I'll go we don't want to be cut off by the locals," He said laughed going to the main door.
I thought I'll eat but I should probably wait for Jamie.

"Where the hell is that Idiotic girl?" Someone's said with a thick voice. Damn, who's that?

I poured my tea in the cup and meanwhile Jamie's thin voice said, "Why don't you take a seat and you too please."

With a frown, Jamie entered the kitchen. I raised my eyes eyebrows to ask what happened with the cup in my right hand looking at the new necklace Jamie was wearing suddenly.

"Grace, your mum and dad are outside," Jamie finally said and the cup from my hand fell on the ground.

"Grace, it's fine okay maybe they are here to have a chat," Jamie sighed.