Speed Breaker

Speed Breaker ≈ 5

Tap tap tap. The kitchen sink keeps leaking and making a rhythmic sound like my heart. It needs to be repaired. The yellow peeling wallpaper. The wooden creaking floorboards. In fact, everything in Medusa's house needs repairing. Even I do and good lord knows she does need some immense repairing. I feel sorry for the one who will have to repair. Repairing a person is like stitching a heart. The scars are always there. The stitches very much so visible. And its a tiresome process. There is no guarantee whether the person will be able to mend the other or instead get broken in the process.

I fancy relating physics law to our race and it's really amusing with the similarities of them. But unlike charge or energy humans can be destroyed and created. We are fragile beings. No matter how much of a cold exterior we keep we are one and the same.

And this funnily enough reminded me of Elliot's words. They were etched in my brain. He had confused a huge part of me. Even though I ridiculed whatever he said he had said it like he meant every word. And even though I knew he meant he entered people's lives, collected their story, helped them get through a difficult part and then moved onto another, a part of me, the human part could not believe what he said, also the cynical part. But the part which loved science didn't allow me to just let an idea be banished. Science is believing in something and finding a reason or a proof for what you believe. Its letting your imagination run wild and then make it come true. Science is magic without boundaries.

So I grabbed my phone and texted Elliot. We had exchanged numbers while working at the store last night.

Hey. About what you said yesterday um... this sounds weird but you meant it? - Lena

The reply was instant even though I had doubted whether my question even made sense.

You mean the collecting stories thing? The thing that you ridiculed me for. ;D - Elliot

Yeah. Uh sorry? :( - Lena

It's alright. I didn't expect you to believe me so easily anyways. I'll explain but you have to keep an open mind okay? :) - Elliot

Sure yes! - Lena

Okay, so there are more like me. Bad start. We are allotted to some people whose stories needs to be collected or at times also mended. We play some sort of helpful role in sad people's lives and collect their stories and add them to our files which are synched to this main database where God or any of us can connect to. We collect all sorts of stories. Happy or sad doesn't matter. And after my work is done I leave and enter another client's life. - Elliot

I read it two times because I couldn't decide if he was pranking me or was it really the truth.

Okay, I'll give you a chance to prove because you don't really show the signs of any mental illness. Well, not much at least.

- Lena

Haha, sure. I'll prove it to you but for now can you just believe me? And don't tell me you read articles on signs of mental illness. :D [totally ignoring that last part]

- Elliot

It wasn't for me so stop laughing. Yes, I know you are laughing so stop stop. It was for Medusa.

[can't hide from the truth for too long Elliot]

- Lena

Medusa?

- Elliot

Right, he didn't know about Medira's nickname. Nobody except Jace knew really. Mostly because I have no friends except Jace whatsoever. I was 'invisible' or 'disliked' in my school. Because I am the daughter of fallen most richest man and woman. Because they are in jail now. Because I was not rich anymore mostly. It was a school for and of rich snobs. People who'll do anything for money. They'll break you. They'll crush you. They'll destroy you. Just like my 'dearest' Uncle Charlie. And due to his 'curtsey', I was in this elite private school.