"Hello, I am Zayn. Zayn Malik." He introduced himself with a side smile,
"I never saw you here." I said suspiciously eyeing him.
"I came here from abroad last week." He said, while he tucked his hands in his pockets.
"Why here?" I asked,
"You see that half made wooden house there?" he asks, pointing at the place I was earlier at, I nod at him looking at the house.
"My father was making it." He said, I slowly turn my head to see his face. He just looks at the half made wooden house and smiles.
"Was?" I asked
"Yes, he passed away three months ago." He replied,
"Oh" I said and we stood in silence for a minute or so, listening to birds chirping and I awkwardly draw on the dirt with my foot.
"Done interrogating?" he asked, I let out a small chuckle and look at him; he is smiling down at me.
"Yeah sorry, it's just, I have been coming here since I was a kid and then you came here so was just curious and also I never saw you." I explained. As soon as I was done explaining, I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket. I take it out and notice 20 messages and 30 missed calls from three of my crazy best friends, well one of them is actually crazy. I sigh and look at the guy.
"Umm, I have to head out now." I said with a small smile,
"Yeah okay" he said while smiling down at me,
"You sure you will be good here alone?" I asked, somewhat worried.
"Yeah yeah, sure" he said and in reply I nod at him.
I start heading towards the car giving a last glance over my shoulder to that guy. He was already gone and I squint my eyebrows in confusion.
"Wasn't he just here?" I whisper to myself but it didn't bother me anymore as soon as my butt hit the seat.
I immediately drive off to McDonald's as soon as my tummy started rumbling because food comes first. I get my big Mac burger and head home, knowing that my mum would be out doing God knows what. It's like whatever happened yesterday and today morning made me change my whole perspective of my family. I don't even know whom to trust.
I drive towards home and almost reached it when my car just passed by my home. I look back at my house with complete bewilderment and the break seems to not work suddenly. I slowly lift my hand from the steering and it seems to work on its own. In panic, I try opening the door but it won't budge. I try so hard to open the damn door but it just won't. Finally I look in front not really concentrating but when I do, I see a huge building in front. Not knowing what to do, I just freeze in terror. The next thing I know, I heard a huge crash and was welcomed by the darkness.
"I won't let anything happen to you." I heard someone say faintly when I thought I was in my consciousness. I tried speaking but my mouth seems to be sealed and no words came out. Eventually I lost my consciousness and was drifted into darkness.
I open my eyes immediately and regret it. The bright light burn my eyes making me close them again. I slowly open my eyes and squint them to avoid most of the bright lightings. I slowly get up and till then I get used to the lightings and open my eyes fully. As soon as I open my eyes, I was engulfed with pure shock, fear and confusion. I stand in the centre of white coloured room. I look down at my attire and I am wearing the same dress I was wearing when I hit the building, or did I even hit it?
"Am I dead? Am I in heaven? Where the hell I am?" I bombarded questions to which I get no absolute reply. I just sigh and sit down on the white and freakishly clean floor. Whoever did this must be having OCD or something. I look around and suddenly I see a man standing behind me with a wicked smile and I screamed so loud than I have ever screamed in my whole life.
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