𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

𝐏𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫.

The night was cold, I gazed upwards, It fogged my glasses as I felt drenched in freezing ice. I couldn't help but notice the wonderful view of the lights in each and every building, they were all so unique. I stumble across an alley, having just left from my check-up and was diagnosed with anxiety and was reccomended to visit a local therapy nearby, but i knew it was a waste of time so i rather decided to give up and just deal with it. Just because i was given a diagnosis doesn't mean i should be serious about it, it's just fear, i'll get over it. I saw the alleyway went through the other side, and i thought why not get home faster? I hated foggy, cold nights. I didn't like wiping my glasses every two minutes, every breath i make is visible, and especially since i came from a hospital, i'm currently wearing a mask, which, when i exhale, it fogs my glasses even more. I walked straight to the path, but then chills ran down my spine, not because it was atleast 12°F, but because i felt someone following me, if i looked back i would be dead meat, i felt so pressured that i froze. I waited for someone to come past me, but no one did. If i continued walking home, they would follow me until i arrived home, and then i'll be robbed and killed and God knows what. I felt like i was going to be shot, until i felt someone place their hand on my shoulder, that's when i panicked.

I rushed forward and turned, stumbling myself down in the middle of processing what's happening. I couldn't even see the person because of my glasses, i couldn't see them amongst the snowy ground, damn myself for getting transparent-framed glasses! I hurriedly looked for them until someone pointed something at me. I'm so dead it's not even fake. I gasped silently, freezing into position, before they even spoke, i fainted.

Next thing i knew, i was somewhere bright. Do people's houses have to be super bright especially during winter? I still couldn't see anything. I don't know what happened, where i am, where my glasses were, and especially, where are my damned clothes!? Even their clothes looked white, and it was way too big for me, i felt the cloth touch my skin weirdly and i didn't like it. Yet i never mumbled a word, until i heard the door creak open, as if it was slowly opened, okay, creep.

I heard a whisper, his voice oddly comforting yet scary. Why didn't i just take the normal route home? “Are you okay?” He uttered, and almost immediately i asked as much questions as i was possibly thinking, “Who are you? Where am i? What is your motive? Where are my stuff? Why is your house so bright?? And why are these pillows so comfy??” Before i asked more, i realized how rude it was so i shut my own mouth, He chuckled, again, very comforting. “You're in my house, You fainted after i was trying to lend a hand.” He was lending a hand?? Why did it feel like a gun pressed to my skin? Again, i couldn't see the person because i was so scared i would vomit if i had eaten enough food for today. He continued talking. “I washed your clothes because it was drenched in snow, smelled like utter crap so i washed it. Your stuff is right here.” He put my bag on my lap and almost immediately grabbed my glasses first try and wore it. I was curious what he looked like, okay? And there he was, he was almost smirking because of how childish i was acting. His messed-up hair got me most, i was eager to touch it, but then again, it's rude. I decided to mutter a ‘Thank you, sorry for the Inconvienence.’ But it came out as “Inconvinced, you, sorry for the thanks.” UGGGHHH! Worst interaction ever! i'm using BIG words to express my pity and embarrassment, don't mind it. Almost immediately he burst into laughter and i blurted “Not funny.” He had to shed a tear. A TEAR, and apologized. “Sorry, sorry, You're a very odd person.” I mean, it is true, i felt like a clown in almost everything i did, i expected it. “It is true.” I muttered. I observed him in general, he was probably almost 6ft. Because i am 5'10, and he was very tall. “Anyways, i brought you some water, figured you might need it.” He handed the glass of water to me, i drank the whole glass. In one sitting. And i cleared my throat. “Thanks, and sorry for the sudden uhh...Inconvienence.” Yes! High-five to myself because i didn't mess that up under so much pressure.