Ameles potamos

Chapter 35: Welcome to mystery

I closed my eyes and opened it, to find myself sitting on Lana's bed, not capable of moving or even talking.

The door knocked and I glimpsed the shadow of someone passing by her room's door,

Lana walked inside the room and was followed by me.

Which wasn’t what I expected, I was there, and she could hear me.

I was dressed up like a hooker, the skirt was too short and a tight black shirt barely covered my skin.

Not to mention the heels…

Lana sat right beside me, almost above me but not quite enough.

"I told you to come over, what happened?" said my slutty version.

"Nothing, my mom came back and she just left a minute ago." said Lana

I'm guessing that right now is a few hours later…

"Huh… it's just, remember that guy I told you about two days ago." the slutty me said as she smiled, "well we hooked up today at the party."

"Sounds good." Lana managed to fake a smile.

"I think you liked him, probably I don't know." said Niala

WTF! Is she dumb… if Lana liked him, why the hell would I- I mean slutty me would hook up with him.

 

. . . . .

The memory seemed raw in my mind when I woke up from that state I was in.

I woke up in my cell with my head on something soft.

I looked up to see Lana, who banged my head, smiling at me as she smoke another cigarette.

"You see that, you were in fact a slut. And what kills me is that you knew I was dying from inside."

She pulled my hair and removed her legs from beneath my head, then banged my head to the floor, once again.

. . . . . .

Yet again I opened my eyes and found myself tied to the ground in Lana's room.

I tried to struggle and untie or stop whatever that was pulling me to the ground but failed.

I looked around me, and I was surrounded by clothes and feather from the pillows, everything was out of place.

It felt like walking into the room of lunatics, or someone just vandalized the house.

Lana walked by me, her foot stomping, and her face filled with rage.

She looked angry, and her hair was out of place.

She had a gun in her hand; she stopped and looked in the mirror which was located by my side.

She fixated the gun at her reflection in the mirror,

"If I had a world of my own, everything would be non-sense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't." she quoted from her favorite book.

She had always told about the beauty of this quote and how she wished she had that world of her own.

She always admired people who could escape reality by using their imagination, she envied them. I guess she wanted to escape to her own non-sense world.

She took a deep breath and pointed the gun towards herself and was about to pull the trigger.

I screamed so loud that I almost fainted, I screamed so loud when the room's door that was locked, started banging and was being hit so hard that I heard it over my screams.

Fortunately, Lana looked at the door and backed away from the mirror with the gun still in her hand, the door finally opened and I saw myself standing there with my knuckles bleeding.

"Niala, go away. I don't want to see you." said Lana

"What are you doing, leave that gun and let's talk." the other version of me said almost choking over her words.

 "Just leave me alone," said Lana.

Niala walked slowly towards her but Lana pointed the gun towards her, so she came to a halt.

I knew these clothes, I know that day.

It was the day my grandmother died and we were about to move out of our house, to move into my grandma's.

Lana had left me a voice note saying weird things that I didn't understand.

That explains the eye bags under my eye and why my eyes were red.

"Just stop Lana, you're not thinking straight right now." I- the other me said.

 "You are the one who doesn't understand," she laughed hysterically just like she did back in the cell.

"Just let me help you," I reached my hand out for her, but she backed away and moved quickly towards the bed.

"You can't help me, no one can help Me." she smiled like a maniac, with tears digging her skin.

I could see true concern in my eyes, as she looked at Lana, I could see love.

"Please don't Lana, I need you--- you can't. Y-You can't have thought tha-at---" I started to stutter,

I always hated my stuttering, that was the worst time I wished she-me would gather her strength and put them in her words.

 She took a deep breath, "You don't care about me Niala, I don't blame you." her eyes were so hollow. I've never seen emptier eyes.

"Of course I do, are you insane? I need you in my life."

"Not everything is about you, by the way." she yelled at me.

Niala stared in disbelief, "You are right, not everything is about me." she answered quietly.

"Just leave that gun, please." she continued.

"No, you know why? Because my future is ruined, I can't let anyone touch me after everything that's happened and they get bored. Everyone does, every single one hates me later. It's not my fault though, Niala it's not my fault." she started crying, "I didn't tell him, I just didn't think well…"

"No one blames you," Niala said with panic in her voice.

"No one knows the truth except you… and how can you blame me, I'm the maniac here." she screamed her words.

"No, you're not, you just need help."

I didn't really understand what Lana or Niala were saying.

"No one can help me Niala, can't you see, I've tried and failed." she smiled faintly.

"No, you didn't try."

"I did," she moved her hands back and forth with the gun held tight in her palms.

"My last boyfriend, Dylan, you remember him right?"

Oh. My. God.

"He loved me so much and yet he slept with you, you ignorant bitch. What did you know about him, nothing. I hate you for doing so."

Dylan, the name was in fact her boyfriend, she loved him so much. Everything is rushing in my mind right now. I can't make up their words.

But I had to concentrate, I had to know more. I remember some now, I did cheat on her with him, but I had a theory that if he in fact did sleep with me, he would sleep with other girls, just because Lana didn't allow anyone to even touch her, what the fuck was I thinking back then. I'm the one who seduced him into sleeping with me, when she found out I told her that he didn't deserve you and that she's better off without him.

I was a bitch.