Weekly Sanity

Chapter 8 - August 17, 2013

”Miles…” My name was uttered by the girl beside me. Her hair was unkempt as some strands touched my neck.

She was at it again. This was the second time.

“Miles…” she went closer than now I’m sure she could see the sweat rolling down on my forehead. I tried to move my body to find out that I’m bound to the bed.

She licked my cheeks.

I knew it! She’s a cannibal! Why would someone be that nice to me? I knew that there was a catch in all of this.

“No! Please don’t eat me!” Wait, who would care anyway? No one would be sad to know if I were to die. I might as well give up this stinking life. At least, Chloe here let me felt for the final time the feeling of being cared of.

“Fine, I give up. Please make it as painless as possible.” I closed my eyes as I anticipated the pain that would sure to come as she tears me flesh by flesh.

“That’s a good boy, Miles,” and she went closer and closer her teeth was about to touch my skin. I take it back. I don’t want to be eaten alive.

“Argh! Please don’t eat me!” I find myself waking up screaming on her face. She fell back laughing at my shenanigans. I remembered that we watched a movie about cannibals last night before we went to sleep. I then remembered my urge to knock on her room to ask her to sleep with me here in the living room no matter how inappropriate it is and how embarrassing the reason was.

Chloe was still laughing her head off.

“I’m glad I decided to wake you up,” I must be red all over now.

She was still laughing at me.

“Aww, don’t pout Miles. Anyway you must be hungry,” She must have seen the look on my face. “--For breakfast. Anyway, clean up here while I make us something to eat, okay?” Oh, so it’s all just a dream then. Still, it’s her fault for keep calling my name, which must have triggered the nightmare or something.

After a moment of catching up with reality, I did try and tidy up the living room, picking up fallen popcorn from last night. I set aside the sleeping bag Chloe lent me. After that I went to follow her to the dining room and kitchen.

I heard the sound of something being fried, and I secretly hoped that it wasn’t a dismembered human hand or something. I’m starving. Well, we only did have popcorn for dinner.

Scrambled eggs, huh? Oh, I’d go for anything as long as it’s not human flesh.

“I’m really sorry, Miles. This is all I had here. I haven’t had a run to the convenience store for grocery and I wasn’t expecting a visitor,” she winked good-naturedly. I still felt guilty for kind of intruding though. I feel like a free-loader even though she reassured me a couple of times that it was alright.

“Hey, don’t make that face. We’re going grocery shopping later so don’t feel bad.” I guess she’s right, any kind of shopping with a girl is torture enough to a guy. She can get back at me that way. Well, at least that’s what the almighty television kept drilling on our minds.

She gave me my breakfast as she saved her half for later.

“Hmph! I’ll just go somewhere,” Chloe said about halfway in the process of leaving the room. She’s at it again. Living with three women I should really be used to this kind of attitude. Well, in fairness Chloe treats me a lot nicer than those three.

“What did I do?” I protested under my breath. Still, Chloe heard it loud and clear.

”Don’t worry about it Miles! I’m just gonna take a bath…”