The Incomer : Hated by death ✔

Don't give me that look

The person from the other side was intensifying my anxiety as he was pushing the door at a leisure pace, not entering at an instant .

The door was opened slowly. After a long time, the character X decided to enter. Sluggishly he stepped in. I was only able to see his leg. He was wearing a black jean and matching dress boots. For some reason his shoes grabbed my attention. Maybe it was the first time I was watching something captivating after entering this mysterious haven of blandness.

Eventually he broke the suspense and entered in at an instance. I subconsciously heard myself gasping at him. He was the first stranger I met in the scary pristine place. Perhaps it was the reason for random mixed feelings overwhelming inside me.

He was wearing a grey shirt inside the leather jacket and the wordings on it made me laugh. It said,"I just want to drink coffee, make stuff, and sleep."

He seems to be funny. Good thing I have someone reliable.

He was thin but had managed to maintain a few muscles here and there. His face was pale and he appeared to be in a doped state. In midst of his daze he managed to radiate sensational gorgeousness . His black hair was a little above shoulder level, quite similar to mine. The most ultimate feature of his, was his eyes. His eyes were sparkling blue in color! I guess it was legitimately termed as sapphire. He must be something eminent in nature to have all perfect features like that. A light of hope glowed inside me as I wished he could be the one to get me out of this place.

Never I knew, I could be so wrong.

He examined the room and didn't even bother to give me a damn. Due to the enforcement of filling up the empty space in his head, he was obliged to notice me. With arduous efforts he managed to give a look of disgust.

"What is this place?" he said in a lethargic tone.

I wish I had an answer to his question but the only answer I had was, "I don't know"

He was annoyed as a result of my idiocy and passed on to the next question

"Who are you?" he said

"I am Debbie. Debbie Ingrid. You don't know how happy I feel to see you here. I mean, not especially you, I generally feel cheerful to have a company. Sorry I've been talking all about myself. What's your name?" I stopped to take a breath. Get to know me folks, yours sincerely, a chatter patter.

He just waved his hand like I didn't hold the eligibility to know his name. The next question he asked was the most surprising one.

"Who am I?" he said

Character X? Helping me? Well, right now you've heard the gross understatement of the century.

"You are worse than me" I mumbled. At least I was able to recollect few things, but this guy's brain has been completely cleared before entering.

How stupid of me to expect help from this dumb guy

His legs were already shaking and as he took a step forward, he collapsed.

"Hey mister, wake up. Come on, you're scaring me." It was stupid of me to expect him to respond. He just lay unconscious on the floor.

I wanted to go and check on him but I was kind of intimidated. Something prevented me from going near him. Apprehension crawled eerily in my mind, screaming that he might be dangerous and even try to kill me on going near. So I aborted the idea of checking on him.

The door of the room was open. Since he opened it, I felt it was open for me to go out. But the thought of going out petrified me.

Gnawing at my cold lip, I went near the door, with my eyes shut tight, I locked it.