Rage

♠THIRTEEN♠

The shade of dark blue coloured the sky, as the crescent moon darted the sky, it was covered with a million dots of stars, they were small, and very bright. The stars are like a drug, once you start staring at them, you cant bring yourself to stop. They're so amusing and addictive at the same time, they're the only source of beauty in the sky, the color is plain and not doing much to comprehend with the stars, if the sky was a hue of blue. It would be fantastic and gorgeous that i think i wouldn't be able to ever stop watching.

Im pacing around the open balcony, im soo terrible for getting Tyler into my mess. And even do i try to ignore it, some part of me feels like he wont survive the gunshot, we were in the middle of nowhere that day and he wouldn't be able to drive with a bleeding arm.

Oh God, how selfish am i?

The glass is cold, its making my fingers tremble, i look at the stars again, the perfect stars, they're always beautiful. If i was a star, ill have no problems and all i'll do is watch people with problems and people with non, ill be so care-free and even then ill be soo full of myself, because i know a thousand eyes are watching me, a thousand eyes admiring, a thousand eyes hoping and wishing, a thousand eyes thinking of me. To be a star indeed is like the work load of an actual movie badstar. I dont know much about stars but something about them feels magical, they're purpose is clear, its like a night light placed on every part of sky. Its either that or im being completely stupid or ive mistaken my thoughts with disney land.

I wish Olivia was here, i wish she was also kidnapped with me. i know its a stupid and selfish thing to say, but if by chance we were both in this mess, i know we would both survive without loosing a braincell. We would even think of an escape plan and get out of here.

And then i would be less angry.

I move backwards slightly only to be nudged by a broad frame, i turn too quickly, too fast that my head almost slams into this stranger, i restrict myself, and just by his scent i know exactly who this stranger is.

"You didnt finish your dinner" he says, his hands tucked into his pocket, we're too close, i think this is the closest we've been, i take a step back. I look at his eyes, they're focused on something behind me, the stars or the tall buildings probably. But i can assure its the stars

His shirt is unbuttoned all the way down giving me a lot of view of his white vest tightly hugged to his body, im forced to look straight forward, if i keep staring at Sal, he's going to start smirking and feeding his ego. "Ive had enough to eat" i say without staring at him, he looks back into the room, and i see the tray of food he has kept on the reading table. "We made a deal" he says flatly, no emotion on his perfect face. "Yes, to eat not overfeed me till im obese" i say and he's eyes finally lands on me, he stares at me intently.

Unlike Sal, its very easy to note my feelings, even though i try my best to hide every nuance of emotion.

I look away quickly, focusing my gaze on the stars, i can feel him still staring. "Thanks for your kindness" i say "but im very tired and i need to get some sleep" i add and when he doesnt respond, i walk towards the door and he stops me, holding my arm, "you really are mad about that" he says and i eye him, "let go off me" i say and he does.

"Im mad about alot of things to start with" i say, he nods and sits on the bed. "When are you never not mad?" He asks. I ignore him and continue to walk to the door. "Wait" he says not touching me this time, and when i turn around he places the tray in my hand.

"Are you trying to get me to sleep with you?" I interrupt him, narrowing my eyes at him, he raises an eyebrow at me as if he's thinking what im thinking or he's trying to understand want im thinking. He chuckles "You really do think low of me, dont you?" The fact that what he's saying is both an insult to me and an assumption.