Unholy Faces

Chapter 2

It's been two weeks since I've sent the email, and I don't know why but I was really hoping to receive one back. I mean, I knew it was probably some kid's sick joke, but I always loved mystery related shit and I couldn't pass up this opportunity.

Today was Friday and I was really tired of the week. My plans were simple: go home after work, take a shower, make some coffee and maybe watch something.

It was already dark when I entered my house, oh lovely winter, I turned on the lights and set my bag on the couch. The place was silent, like it knew I needed it.

I actually liked this place, everything was gray and white. The couch was dark gray, as well as the kitchen counters. There was a coffee table completely made of glass, which was in front of the couch. And a tall lamp beside the couch. Also there was a TV in front of the coffee table.

The walls were white. The kitchen was together with the living room. There was a small, dark gray wooden kitchen table separating the kitchen from the living room. The floor was dark gray too. 

The bathroom was beside my room, there were gray counters, white sink, a minimalistic mirror and a glass shower cabin with a simple white toilet in the corner. The floor was white meanwhile, the walls were gray.

My room was separated from the living room by a door. It was a simple bedroom with the same white walls and dark gray wooden bed. I had two nightstands on both sides of the bed, they were also dark gray. I also had a desk in the corner, but I preferred working in bed, sometimes even reading there, so the minimalistic lamps on the nightstands were on point.

There was a window beside my bed but I loved darkness, so I liked to completely cover it with dark gray curtains.

The wall in front of my bed had my favorite movies' retro covers hung on it. It was probably the most colorful corner of my house. My walls were also adorned with Manchester United posters displaying my love for football because who doesn’t love it?

I had a tiny bookshelf with a collection of books I owned, one of them and my favorite “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Gilman. I also had some of Chekhov’s work and comic books beside it. An odd choice indeed. 

Anyway, I took a hot shower I put on some clean clothes and went to make some coffee. Once I was done with it I turned all the lights off and headed to the living room, where I layed on the couch for what felt like hours. The room was barely illuminated with the lump beside the couch.

My coffee was cold when I reached to grab the cup. I looked at the clock and it was four AM. God, I really did stay on this couch for hours, but I'm too tired to go to my room, so this is where I'll meet the sunrise. And I closed my eyes again. 

“What's been happening in your world?” 

“No,” I groaned and reached for my phone on the coffee table. I turned off the horrible alarm and fell asleep again.

It was one PM when I completely woke up. I didn't know I was that tired. 

Now that I'm sitting on my couch with a fresh cup of coffee in my hands, I do think that the coffee is the best thing that has ever happened to people.

I opened my computer to check the email. I was definitely checking it for the work emails, not for a certain someone. And yes, I had a lot of new emails related to my work.

Fuck this. I stood up from the couch and headed to my room, where I plopped down on my bed. Why was I even waiting? This was stupid. 

I was walking in the empty hallway wearing hospital clothes, my eyes were blurry and the different chatters coming from the rooms were hurting my head.