Who knows?

Take 2

              I opened my eyes and blinding light shone upon my face, it hurts damn it. I immediately closed my eyes shut and faced against the light and there I opened and closed and opened and closed...repeated it many times until the blinding black spot was gone. When I finally adjusted my eyes I recognized the cabinet before me, slowly trailing the cabinet to it's left is a door, in front of it is a sofa, then a tv, then returning my head to the place where I was blinded with light is a window. I looked up and saw a ceiling. Rottens! Of course it's a ceiling cause I'm in a room, my room, the one in my house, this is my place. And why am I in my place again? Didn't I left the house this morning? I'm supposed to have a meeting or is it all just a dream? I tried to slide to the side of my bed so that I can get up and look at my planner at the living room but that's when my body started to ache and specially my head. I touched it and felt something weird, it's rough, it's bandaged. My head is bandaged, why? I asked myself again. Then, I remembered myself being thrashed to the ground. Then, the second question is how did I get here, why not in the hospital instead because I'm injured right here. Suddenly, someone opened the door, and that someone didn't hesitate to walk in. I remember clearly that I'm living with my dog ALONE, so I clearly am on the defensive right now.

              "Who are you?! What the hell are you doing at my house?!How dare you enter my premises without any permission! What do you want, huh?!", I grabbed the vase on the mini table near my bed, "you're a thief ain't you?! Come on answer me!! Answer me you dimwit !! Or you---"

             "How the hell can I answer you if you keep on talking without any pause?!", he interrupted me. Good he had a point, but hey, he is still on my house how dare he talked back to me he at my territory?!

             "Who are you to talk to me like that", I took a step forward acting tough, but deep inside it feels like I'm in a deep shit, I'm panicking. What if he has a gun, knife, gas, bazooka behind him, a bomb, or a trigger for a bomb??!!!!! "Hey, calm down you stupid dimwit", I told myself, "you're a reality person aren't you??".

            "Whoa, whoa, whoa, take it easy, Vince, you don't have to be that eager to kick my butt out of this place"

            "Oh I am", I paused for a moment, "How did...where did you know my name?"

            "From you"

            "Don't kid around, I'm not joking, where did you get it??"

             "I told you, you said it, but that's not your real name ain't it..", he sat down at MY sofa, "It's Lambert Mapa, Vince is just the name you wanted to be called, it's just, you said it's much more cooler than your real name"

             I dropped the vase, accidently, and it's all his fault. It was my favorite lampshade, my mother gave it to me as a birthday present this year and now it's presently destroyed. I hate this guy.

            "Are you a stupid? No, out of your mind, maybe abnormal? I was there in my bed, earlier, sleeping. How in the world can I tell you that?! You're not even my friend, if you are, then, I absolutely have no shame for you. Or maybe you're my stalker sorry I don't have any intere---"

             Something flew at me and before I know it, it already hit my head. It hurts so much because my head is already aching and now it's aching much more. I flared, not literally cause I'd die, in anger.

           "HOW DARE YOU--"

           "STUPID!! Don't yell at me, you're the one who started this. Stalker? Stalker my ass!! Who would stalk you stupid monkey. You're much more gross than you're older! I can't take it anymore, ugh!! You really are a narcissist. I wouldn't come here in the first place! But we have no choice and you..", he pointed his finger at me, how dare he point his finger at me???!! I'm the owner of this house for god's sake!! And now I'm the one who is being pointed and yelled at??!!

          "..if not for you I won't come here! My coming is not only for your sake but for the sake of all the people!! Got it!!"

         "I DON'T GET IT!! First of all you went inside my house with no permission! Second, I'm complaining and you interrupted me! Third, I asked you how did you get my name and threw MY book! Fourth, go back to number 1...err no..second!!! And lastly you're saying things I don't understand!!! And also you're pointing and yelling at me when in the first place your in my house, my territory!!! GOT THAT??!!!!"

          Ouch. He threw something again at me. I'm gonna kill him, definitely! I run to him and grabbed his shirt then aimed my fist to his stupid face.

          "WHOAAAAA!!!!stop that you idiot you wouldn't hurt a friend!!"

          "You're not my friend"

           I punched him, no second thoughts. I did. I'm brave. I'm tough. I took him down with one punch. I'm awesome! Yes, he came in my house without permission but I'm still not the type of person who will turn him into the police or kill him right away without me hearing his reason, I wanna be fair. I checked his pockets, looked for the places where someone can hide a weapon or two but I found nothing. All those panicking was all for naught. I sighed in both relief and disappointment. I brought him in the living room, got a wooden chair and tied it with him sitting on it, like those we see in the interrogation.

          I observed him, he sure is just in his early 20's, young, balck hair, thin..hmm..not that thin just average, he has an innocent face to be someone who wants to break into other people's house, but who knows you can't judge a book by it's cover, right? Then I thought of how did he got inside. Something came across my mind. I ran to the door and went outside.

         "Block! Where are you block", I panicked when I couldn't hear a response. I whistled but nothing. I looked outside the gate, no sign of him. When I got back inside the gate I heard a bark.

          "Block!!Thank goodness you're alright", I hugged him tightly. I thought something happened to him. I held his face nearer to me then I noticed something in his mouth. "What's that, pal?", as if a dog would answer. I took it out from his mouth. It is a bone like food for dogs. Wet of saliva but I can smell a scent of cinnamon, Block's favorite. Something cross my mind again, but it can't be. But if it is true, how did he knew?