Lurk

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"I wish I had someone to talk to other than you, no offense, but seems like I'm stuck with you." I peered at myself in the bathroom mirror.

"It's not like I have any other choice, since my so called 'BFFs' haven't even talked to me since the fücking rumor. Best friends forever, my asṡ." I rolled my eyes.

"I sound crazy talking to myself, even mum is doubting my sanity." I looked at my hands leaning on the sink underneath the mirror and sighed sadly. "When she's there."

"Mum." I mocked myself, "As if. She doesn't even deserve that word."

"You know, sometimes I really think I am crazy." I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at myself again. "But what can I possibly do? I need someone to talk to, but no one is there for me except myself."

"What the fück is wrong with me?" I shook my head and turned the water faucet on and tossed my face with some water.

I looked at the mirror again, my face soaked with water, dripping water on my shirt. But I didn't care. My blonde hair was still kind of damp from the shower I took a while ago, and my grey eyes were glowing from the lightning of the bathroom.

But as I looked clearly, I caught a glimpse of someone lurking around the corner of the bathroom.

There in the mirror, was a boy in the early twenties, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching me amusingly. I couldn't even turn around, I was stuck in my place. Like I was paralysed.

"Hello there." He finally spoke. But before I could even take the desicion to scream, he disappeared.

I finally got the courage to turn around and look around the bathroom, but he was just gone.

"Holly shît, I really am crazy." I shook my head forcefully and rubbed my eyes.

"No, don't say that about yourself. I was just messing with you." I heard his voice again, I snapped my head up to where the voice came from and saw him standing where he was just seconds ago.

So I did what any nineteen years old girl would do if she was in my place. I screamed.

But what will screaming do me anyway, no one is home.

I looked around for any weapons, but all I could find were the shampoo, conditioner and shower gel bottles. They're better than nothing.

I let out a war scream grabbing the shampoo and threw it forcefully at him, causing him to jump and try to dodge it, but it hit him hard in the arm. Not what I aimed for, but something. The conditioner next.

"What the fück? Hey, stop it! That hurts, you know." He said, dodging the soap I threw at him.

I grabbed the shower gel close to me, "If you come near me, I'll get that in your eyes"

"Okay, just please stop throwing stuff." He said, holding his hands up, a sign he's harmless.

"What are you doing in my house?" I narrowed my eyes, opening the shower gel bottle, trying to show him I'm in control. I bet I look so ridiculous right now, but at least I'm protecting myself.

"Breathing." He shrugged and smirked childishly.

"Cut the bullshît, what do you want?"

"Meh," he looked around the bathroom and back at me again, then shrugged again. "Nothing really."

"I find it hard to believe that" I raised one eyebrow, waiting for appropriate answer.

"Trust me, there's nothing you can give that I want." I noticed he was now standing closer.