Delusion

Chapter 5

I open my eyes calmly and the strong sun tickles in my eyes. I feel that I’m lying on something softy. I look around to see where I’m because I’m not on the ground or the stairs and I see that I’m lying on the big couch in the living room. My head his hurting a bit but it isn’t that empty and weak anymore.

“Oh , I see that you’re still alive.” I hear a thick voice with a British accent speaking with irony, it’s the voice of that stranger.

“What the hell do you want from me?” I ask angrily and ignore his irony words. I try to turn my head to the side to look at him. And why even is he still here? He could simply walked away with that stupid paper. The paper!

“Where is the paper and why did you took it?” I ask calmly but fast before he can say anything. When my head and body are turned to the side I put my hand under my head and put my elbow on the couch so I can lift my head up and look at him. But I don’t look at him, I simply stare at the ground. I don’t know where to look and I don’t know if I want to look at that beautiful and mysterious face.

“Well because...” he replied but doesn’t end his sentences. Now I look at him because I’m curious what he’s going to say , he looks think full and he is looking at the big window to the garden with the lake while his eyebrows are slightly drawn together , that makes his look more think fuller. After some seconds he opened his soft and rosy lips.

“I will get you some water,” he simply says and stands up from his chair that is next to me. I follow his movement with my eyes , the way he walks to the kitchen , the way his movements of his muscles thin long legs swing to the kitchen,  the way his arms softly and calmly swing with the movement of his walk , the way his white t-shirt dances at the rhythm of his movements and then the way he disappears behind the white wall. Why doesn’t he want to say why he took that damned paper. It seems like he is hiding something.

“Please say it, it can’t be so bad,” I say friendly , I’m going to try it in a friendly way maybe he will say something more.

“It’s mine , okay.” He replies calmly but fast from the kitchen.

“Did you saw what’s on it?” He says now with a bossy voice and I turn my head to the kitchen wall because I can feel the movement of his walk coming to me. With his long legs he comes walking to me with big steps like he is going to hurt me. I immediately don’t look at him anymore and drag myself to try to lean on the bank handrail and kind of sit. When he gets closer I don’t make any movement and stay extremely still.

“No, nothing,” I reply with a bit fearfulness in my voice I don’t want to let him know that I’m a bit afraid of him so I try to look at his moves. He simply put the glass water on the small table that is standing in front of the couch and sits again on the chair.

“Your water is there,” he says angrily. His eyes connect with mines but I swiftly look to the water. Not that I’m looking where the glass water is standing, no , I looked away because when his eyes cross with mines I feel like he can look in to my life just like he’s trying to know everything about me, like he is trying to take all my secrets away, it feels uncomfortable when his beautiful green eyes are looking at mine blue ones. I also don’t want to make eye contact with this mysterious stranger.

“Thank you,” I reply simply and softly to him, I’m not trusty and I don’t want to drink something right know. Why did he get so angry and bossy when he asked if I saw what was on it? Well I also wouldn’t like it if a stranger will snoop in my things, but I wouldn’t react that angry , unless it’s something extremely personal.

Seconds of awkward silence has past and I don’t know why he is still here? And how long did I have been on this couch? And how long did I have been passed out?