Hate That I Love It

You Gave Me A Fright

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Vinaya's POV

I wonder why time should have to vanish just exactly how a blink delineate itself. Although somehow we certainly fail to witness the cadence of the beating clock with respect to its circumstances justifying, shooting two targets at the same time.

At the moment, my eyes were stock staring Kira's back as she finally disappear out from my sight. She offered me a ride going home but I merely refuse it. I think I need more time for myself to take in slowly every single detail this day had given me. Having artificer was way too much to take and even deal with, considering me being just a nobody yet got used to usual norm way of living at my own kindness. But that encounter with Kira and the three guys (the three idiots I guess) were somehow helping my situation less stern.

Oh and surely, the fact that I am really not into people, I'm probably deciding of taking it out of my vocabulary since being alone does't make any help at all leaving me absolutely defeated.

So I started my little stride going home. My ears were occupied with weary sounds of the different motioning vehicles plus the unforeseen things that come off in school this morning. Things at this point seems to happen unexpectedly so I realized that I should make myself be familiar with those unexpected ones. Indeed this day was undeniably out of wonted.

Eventually I reached home with my lame and unsettled thoughts. Dragging myself I made my way upstairs towards my room. As I open the door it revealed a navy blue hue of my room wall, beside my bed just a meter away was my night table then there was my whole body sized mirror where I found myself standing in front of it. I step closer at the piece of glass that reflects my image clearly. I bit my lower lip and painted my face with a weak smile complemented with sagged shoulders. My hair were evenly developed into a mess as if a canvas painted with such a deep abstract art work.

Physically and mentally pressured, nosiness and the absence of necessity were almost in a bundle completely blended depicting my typical form evidently.

Well it does make sense after all.

I deposited myself in my ever so inviting queen-size bed. As my back perfectly settled underneath, my taut muscles were slowly loosened up. And it feels like I was invaded by lethargy. But my eyes remain halfway open while my sensation's still kicking in. Though my chest made its normal rise and fall rythm absolutely slicing that creepy silence again and again.

Subsequently, after about an hour I decided to take a quick shower to freshen up myself. Then headed off to the kitchen to finally loosen up my very own appetite over mouthwatering, irresistable food.

Apart from my books and my guitar food had been my bliss in seems like forever merely basking my indulgence. It simply gets rid of all the knots that somehow bridles me.

'Ting!' that high-pitched sound generated by the microwave oven banged me out of my silent thoughts. The idea of finally savoring that food inside the oven seems incredibly satisfying. So I giddily opened the oven and pulled out my cheese sandwich casserole and then there is my wilted spinach salad.

"Holy cricket!" I exclaimed as my eyes widen, completely captivated by the food I have made just for myself. My lips curved into a most satiating smile ever.

I can't help by the thought of how seriously food like these were almost thralling my most rigid self-restraint. Unbelievable, but in its most favorable means.

I spent a whole hour sufficing my famished breadbasket leaving me almost reaching cloud nine.

Then there was this sudden rudely brief knock at the door wearing me out of my ecstasy.