Oxymoron

CHAPTER 6: Blake

For what seemed like hours , we remained silent. It was strange , not the awkward silence type of strange. Just strange. It was unfamiliar to both of us. I looked at the stranger in my room . The good samaritan who stopped me just in time. I told him everything. Things I never knew I had deep within me. I realised I had let go of pain I didn't even know I was feeling. I felt it . It wasn't strong enough to cripple me , but it did damage . Each day it tore at me . Never hurting me enough to fight back. Killing me slowly. He knows all of this . I doubt he was entertained by my sad story but at least he seemed to be paying attention.

"So ,what's your story. Wait forget that I don't even know your name. What is it?"

"Now why on earth would I tell a crazy person who test's theories with fire my name?"

"Simply because even if you don't tell me , I'll just ask anyone who was there when you brought me in."

"Blake."

"What?"

"You asked me what my name is. Blake."

"No surname ?"

"I don't know yours."

"And so?"

"You just have to deal with it."

"Well, thats just sad. Anyway , I do recall asking for a life story."

"Are you sureyou want to hear me go on about my not so interesting life?"

"Of course I do. You know me like the back of your hand and I learnt your name five seconds ago. I need information, on you to be specific."

"Why do you need information on me? Stalking does not seem like it suits you. Although you are bat shit crazy so I won't put stalking past you."

"I am not stalking you . I need dirt really."

"For what exactly , if I may ask?"

"Incase you decide to try blackmail me . Maybe one day you will be desparate for help . Money maybe. Having dirt just avoids us having any awkward conversations."

"Think of it this way, regardless of how much dirt you have on me, you will never be able to pin anything onto me sweetheart. That's just the way it is. That's the way it is always going to be. Tough luck."

"What makes you so damn confident , Blake? I really would like to know. "

Blake raised his eyebrow. Almost as if he was asking if I really wanted to ask that question. I made my answer very clear when I smirked.

"I saved your life. Before you go on about how you had the situation in control , I just want to remind you that had lost consciousness by the time i arrived. Before you say how you're gonna pey me back , Just remember that money is not worth a life."

"That's funny really. You know my life story but you have seemed to have not figured out one little but important detail."

"What might this little detail be?"

"Blake my darling , you're forgeting that I am shameless and do not really care about my life enough to let you bribe me with it."

"One day you will. I am very sure of it."

"You seem to be sure of a lot of things . Why? "

"Different reasons for each individual thing that has earned my confidence."

"So what has made you so confident that I will care about my life even though the God's themselves know that will never happen?

"I know cause its all in this cliched oxymoron we call life."

"Do elaborate ."

"It's quite simple . You're the depressed girl who had a hard life . One day you face death but then you are saved by your 'Prince charming' in the nick of time. At first you despise each other . Although eventually , you realise denying your love for him is pointless. Tragedy strikes just as your relationship begins to grow. You're both pained and depressed but somehow find a way to conquer the heartbreak. From that point onwards life is perfect . Your past no longer haunts you in your dreams.You live happily ever after. A perfect disney movie in the making ."

I guffawed hysterically. Tears ran down my face as I struggled to contain my laughter. My ribs began to tingle with a slight burning sensation as I continued to laugh. I struggled to breathe for what felt like hours. Blake tapped my back and eventually I felt air inside my lungs again.

"You think that you and I are gonna fall in love? You , my strange friend ,have completely lost it."

"Think about it. It's bound to happen. Besides , I am quite good looking if I do say so myself."

"Oh lord. You really are full of yourself . Quite a shame. You would be somewhat attractive but that attitude is just a bit to salty for my liking. Not to mention thats looking at you is not as fun as watching paint dry in the dead of winter. On the bright side at least you are'nt dying."

"You just had to go there ."

"Aw don't cry . It's okay. Someone will love you one day. Just not me. The chances that I will somehow have to jump out of a burning builing and fall into the arms of Vin Disel are higher than then chances of me loving you. Infact I'd rather be thrown in to a cactus and left to feel the sting of the thorns for the rest of my life. So don't get your hopes up . Besides , that nurse who was in here earlier seems to think you're amazing. She practically praised you in song when I asked who brought me here."

"Oh really?"

"Really."

Just at that moment , the door burst open and the nurse announced that visiting hours were over. My eyes met blakes as we burst into laughter. The nurse who had no idea what we had been talking about earlier was completely silenced. Stunned infact. She looked at us as if she was questioning our sanity. After we calmed ourselves , Blake thanked the nurse and began to gather his belongings as he walked out.

"You never did tell me your life story Blake."

"Maybe i'll drop by tommorow to give a little brief on it. If I can't find anything better to do that is."

I laughed as he shut the door behind himself. I could almost see the smirk on his face.