"Remember me? I'm the one who save you from those obese punks when we were in Middle school?"
Ryan's voice was husky, perhaps he's a rockstar that has lots of gigs in bars.
"Alright, you may come in. " Byron place the Bible back inside the drawer, where the jukebox sits on above.
The door cringed open with a slight squeak revealing a man that look like Rod Stewart.
Ryan's wore a filthy leather jacket that has the ethos from 1970s, tattoos that sprawled around his neck- stars and cross, jeans that are skin-tight, skull in his belt, bristly hair, and of course those incongruous Nike Lebron 11 shoes. A long scar lined from the upper left of his forehead diagonally crossing his brown eyes down to his right cheek. Two delicate silver filigree earrings pierce his two ears, last but not the least, is a golden ring wrapped around his middle finger attracting the senses of Byron making him imagine it is the ring from the foe of Green Lantern that anytime soon will release its power.
Byron peered Ryan, and there's something inside Byron that tells him that Ryan is innocuous, but something is fishy in Ryan's face telling his brain to be poignant why he let this stranger inside.
"Long time no see, won't you give me a hug?" Ryan sneered unhiding his hissing and clenching teeth.
His face that was sturdy and stiff, broke into a restless dog, undressing its griefs.
Half of Byron's brain vouches him that what he did is right, while the other half is opposing reminding him that he had amnesia 400 days ago, that this man in front of him can't be trusted because he may do ominous things.
Such thoughts like that flustered and bemused him.
He kneeled down and covered his ears as if he was hearing unison voices of people tickling his spine- they were chortling hysterically, some were moaning and screaming.
"Is everything alright?" Ryan who was pretending to be sincere, intrigued by the sudden twist of events, narrowed the space between them.
" Don't you dare come close to me!" Byron's voice was wobbly with anger, his body is flinching.
"Relax, calm down. Whatever is happening inside your brain, are just...you know hallucinations and side effects resulting from the pool accident."
" All you need is water and 8 hrs of sleep. That's why I'm here, to save you from this crisis." Ryan took out a bottle of water from the pocket of his leather jacket. He took a step closer and extended his hand down for Byron to take the bottle.
"No, I don't need that, all I need is some space, I want to be alone! Now get the hell out of my property!" Byron who was leaning on the kitchen cabinet gestured his pinpoint finger towards the door.
"Ok, if that's what you want." Ryan shrugged and left the room.
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" Trust the Dust."
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Forgotten
Mystery / ThrillerEverybody wants to be perfect. In achieving perfection, a man named Byron Adams didn't know that he'll be the first variable in the experiment. Dreams that he'll encounter, will the experiment be a success? The world had gone rogue and wicked. To cu...
