Ameles potamos

Chapter 7: All the right thoughts

"It's been around for millions of years. But it's no more than a month old. What is it?" He asked. But obviously I wasn't paying attention until I felt a rock hit me. "Hey" I complained

"Niala, I just told you the riddle and its answer"

I wasn't listening.

 "I'm listening Nickolas"

But I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

There were two things Nickolas loved more than life; STARS and RIDDLES.

 It was late at night and we were sitting in the maze, no one lingered here at night except probably us. They don't usually let us out at night but Nickolas and I, we always behaved well. I guess we were an exception. Or I'm probably delusional.

"Well obviously you weren't listening"

 "I am now" I gave him the 'innocent look'.

"Okay. I guess" he looked bored

"What's distracting you anyway?"

"Nothing in particular. Maybe Christmas I guess. You know it will come rushing... A-and you know I don't usually h-have visit-t-tors" I tried hiding the fact that its making me so depressed, but my stuttering gave it away.

The awkward silence again. This time it was unbearable, if he hadn't broke it I would have broke down in tears.

"I didn't tell you the answer to the riddle"

"Nickolas, honey" I patted him on the back, "I didn't even hear the riddle." I teased

"Well then, I'll say it again" he teased back

 "Gaaah come on" We giggled that day a lot.

I could even hear the echoes of our laughs ringing in my ear even when I got back to my room.

 . . . . . . .

I was sitting alone in one of what they claim to be an 'entertaining' room. This has no kind of any entertainment, not even a TV.

I was staring blankly at the other patients until one of them glared back. Me not being that sick doesn't mean they aren't that sick either, sometimes when I walk down the hallways I could hear them screaming especially in the section where schizophrenic people are submitted.

Yep those people scream too loud. And don't get me started with the people suffering from psychotic disorder,

 They are the definition of crazy.

They tend to have hallucinations, delusions, hear voices, see images and most of all mistake you with being someone else. Just like Delilah, but Delilah was a bit sane back when we talked. Obviously she has gone cuckoo.

 . . . . . . . .

"One day he took me out on a date" I smiled at Julianne who was simply staring at me.

"But it wasn't actually a date" I laughed as I remembered.

"Care to explain?"

"Sure. Why not"

  We were at the cemetery that day but it wasn't a Tuesday it was a Sunday.

We used to hang out nearly every day back then.

. . . . . . . . 

I was telling him about an incident I've been through the previous day when I had to run all over the apartment, apparently he found that hilarious since his endless laughs made me strike him on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry. It's just it's so funny" he resumed his laughing

"It's not funny! If you don't stop laughing, I will hurt you young man" I warned

He continued laughing.

When he finally regained himself he said "I can't believe you started running from a cockroach"

"It wasn't just a cockroach, it was a flying one" I argued

"Okay. You're probably right" but he burst out laughing

"I'm seriously glad I'm entertaining you" I tried to sound as annoyed as possible.

"Well to be honest. You are" he continued laughing "It's just the image of the flying cockroach and you running is just simply epic."

That was humiliating.

When I was finally done with this humiliation I dreaded the day I told him that I'm a wuss. Not really It is afterall a flying cockroach. And what's worse than a cockroach is a flying one.

As I was debating whether I'm an actual wuss or not; he surprised me with his words

"We need to go out on a date." he was all serious now

"Urm…"

"We have to. It's inevitable,"

"Well sir, what makes you think I would go out on a date with you." I tried to sound arrogant as much as possible,

"Well, lady maybe the fact that I'm charming you with my presence and endless humor." he said frankly

"It seems that you need to face your ego with the tragic truth," I remained silent for a minute, "that is of course that you're not as half as funny as you think you are."

He smiled, "You're going out on a date with me." he stated then walked away.

Eventually I agreed, I mean it was inevitable. We did go out on a date. Not a usual one though.

I didn't know where the hell were we going until I found myself in some abandoned place, that’s when it hit me; he stalked me, we hang out in a cemetery, he's taking me to an abandoned place.

THIS IS NOT A DATE.