LYSSOPHOBIA

10 - Cliff

Even though my future is bleak, I try to blink. Maybe life is a little blurry and is only trying to blind me with false calculations. Its not easy to wake up everyday having to feel anxious and tactful for your decisions.

They always say we're too young to be tainted but they never know the battles we face everyday. But what do we do when death is crouching in front of us? What do we do from here?

"Tidy."

I am a goner, and I ended up taking Colin Ritter to my house. He looked like a giddy teenager who got invited to a sleepover as he make himself roam around the small interior.

"Books. I didn't know you had interest other than your sword." He motions to the pile of books in a shelf attached to the wall. "Angels and Demons, Hush Hush, Torment, The Graveyard Book... The Longest Ride? Tell me you're not reading cliche stuff like this."

"Don't touch anything." I say.

"Why so sensitive? Loosen up. We're like friends now."

I cringe from the unfamiliar word. The nauseaus feeling in my stomach is twisting me to curl into a ball of shattered anticipation.

"I'm not your friend."

Colin looked at me, unsure eyes boring into my direction. "You're not my enemy either, so that's something." The funny thing is, I don't feel harm around his presence but I can't drop my wall easily. Again, I have to remind myself that he's a demon in disguise.

I sit on the armchair carefuly following each of his movements while I kept the Katana on my lap.

"So, do you try anything else? Like maybe talking?" He lean against the ledge facing me.

"I have no reason to talk to you."

He whistle.

"I knew you would say that. But maybe you dont mind aiding this; shit its bleeding." He throttle on his words after touching his hand on the upper part of his left eye. "I thought it wasn't a deep cut. I haven't bleed--"

"Please stop talking."

I walked to get the basin and a towel before moving towards him. My hand instinctively reach for him to sit down on the nearest stool.

"What else do you do?" I could feel him looking at me but the way he's close to mine is more taunting.

"You will not stop, won't you?"

He grin at me. "I try my best in everything. So in case you're wondering, I will not stop until you say something."

"I like rain." I say. I like the smell of the ground when it rains. The sound of raindrops falling on their knees, tapping on someone else's window is something I get immersed of.

"I like going crazy." He second.

"I like that I'm still capable of dreaming."

Somehow, my thoughts are calms and my instincts are not tensing. It amaze me to keep the scenario flows naturally.

"I like your eyes."

I flinch. Its like I've been pushed to a brink of a cliff.

I continue to clense his cut but my bones are wired and I accidentally nudge him. He whines in agony.

"Stop moving." I warned.

He was motionless for a moment when he starts talking again. "Tell me something more."

"I like the smell of blood."

Colin holds my hand and I stop.

"I like your eyes." He was staring.

"You said that."

"I meant it."