In The Dark

□SIX□

There was a mosquito somewhere close to me. I felt the tingling sensation of my skin. The red blotches on my legs and arms. With one auspicious swing, I left a dead body on my left leg.

Ross, fully awake, examined my handprint, his movements rather impertient. "Do you mind?" I snapped. His head pops up, and the pair of innocent eyes stare back at me. He repeats his apologizes in a drone.

So what now? Nothing had changed since these twelve years. He came in, as suspicious as ever, leaving me apprehensive with my thoughts. Then the promise I'd made myself yesterday popped up in my brain.

"So Ross," I breathed. His gaze broke away from his shoes, reluctant to look into my eyes. "Tell me about yourself," my voice was soft, pleading, persuasive. "I don't know where to start," his eyes changed again, they were rigid this time.

"Say whatever, begin with your family," I suggest. He nodded, irresolute.

"I came from a big family, seven members including me. One sister and three brothers. My parents are callous, ruthless, uncaring about their children. We are quite poor, my oldest brother works the hardest, for the rest of us." He swallows.

"We have a family friend-his name is Ellington. He's the reason we all stayed strong, fought the urge to kill ourselves. Apparently, he moved away, so we were alone again. Rydel, my older sister, as the decisive one in our group, held us together, although we all knew we couldn't last."

He eyes me, as if making sure I was listening. "I lied about walking home from school," he admitted without much guilt. "I was trying to escape from home, although I wouldn't even call it home."

I wasn't sure how I felt about the verisimilitude tone of his voice. "And you weren't lying about falling in?" I asked bluntly. He shook his head. I breathed a sigh; now what?

"So you can't remember anything?" I considered, if I say no, I would be showered with more questions and predictions that I'd have to answer. "Yes," I replied vigorously.

"You said that hardships never come alone," I started quietly. "What makes you say that?" His reaction was highly questionable, a finger pressed to his chin, lips pressed into a straight line, the blood drained from his face, as he stares into space.

"It was just an opinion," he says at last, a breath of relief escaping. I was on my knees, my head leaning closer o his, and I was staring at his eyes. It was well-hidden. One thing I know-I didn't trust this boy. Anyone would have negative envisage judging by his equivocal movements.

His appearance was comforting, caused by his decorous behavior. His eyes frightened me though, it was like a shield, hiding all his secrets with it, shooting daggers at whoever made a suspicious move to reveal those secrets.

But his body warmth, his deliberate hands, and his winning smile, feels like the end of me. It made me feel like a exuberant little kid when I wake up, thinking of him. So what was he? Why is he here? Is he lying?

I was irritated, coming up with so much question that I was incapable of answering. Something tells me he's on a mission. Good or bad, I wasn't sure.

Or maybe he's my savior, my hero, that will help me escape from this loathsome, obnoxious room. Or maybe I was still dreaming. The three interpretation to myself balanced.

"Are you plotting my death?" Ross spoke, his forehead creased with worry, seeming perplexed to the things I wasn't going to do. Instead of answering his question, I gave him a death glare. These words were definitely not carefully chosen.

I went on with interpreting myself as he continued to speak. "Look, I know this is difficult for you, and I promise, it is for me, too. But I'm doing this for a reason that you shouldn't know."

"Oh, so I was right! You lied to me about everything, you speak to me like a child who doesn't understand anything. For goodness' sake, I'm eighteen not eight. You even played with my feelings." My blood was boiling, my lips twisted into a snarl.

He retorted with a low, taunting tone. "I promise you, this is for your own good. You could be in danger because of me, die because of me." He leans closer to my face, shaking his head, "I wouldn't want that."

And then he leaned back, his hazel eyes focused and his breaths steady. "I didn't realize I've played with your feelings, I apologize. I don't interact with much girls."

I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. I was frozen, in shock. "I'm sorry if I scared you, but I can only tell you so much. And I've already told you a handful that I wasn't supposed to. You weren't supposed to figure out."

"I don't understand," I finally found my voice, and I stuttered a comment. He doesn't say anything for a moment, as he swings his legs almost gracefully, and rests his back on the floor. He folded his hands on his stomach, and I watched as his chest rises and falls as he breathes.

How could he act so serene at a time like this? How could he? He gets on my nerves. He says everything so positively, fierce, that forces me to understand. But I won't. I resisted that. He acts like he knows everything, but he doesn't. He doesn't know about me. About what I feel. He is clueless due to most facts about me.

Or was he? What if he was spying on me the whole time I was in here? What if he watched me do everything little thing I had to do.....

My head snapped up at the sound of his voice.

"You aren't supposed to understand."

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