whispers and mutters • blasnique

Chapter Eight

BLASTER

I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing the band shirt my good friend from first year high has bought me. It feels loose and comfy and it's just proper weird knowing the fact that this shirt has already been with me since first year.

Reminiscing about first year high reminds me of a very special person to me.

Crystal.

Good heavens is she. She always gets the best of me.

She's eloquent and beautiful yet so so simple. So charming and so elegant-seeming yet she still remains so sweet and so.. herself.

Everything about her is just so magnificently and perfectly put together, don't you think? She's been such a good friend and such a generous soul. She is one hell of a lovely human being.

Yet I'm here messing her emotions up by courting her but thinking of someone during the most of it.

Sometimes I just wanna beat myself up thinking of all of my sins and my shortcomings. My little problems that I cry over and my little insecurities that start to grip stronger to my little fragile heart.

God.

I stare at the lonely telephone sitting by the corner of my living room.

I contemplate to myself if I should call Unique.. but actually, should I or should I not? The thought of calling Unique to come over still lingers by the second. Maybe he'd serve as company for the meantime?

I look to my left and saw an unfamiliar face standing by the window in my living room, smirking while taking hits of her lit up cigarette.

She surely looked like.. someone. Unfamiliar and unknown. She's anonymous, if you will. Her hair was all curled up and she was wearing a beret like some classy woman from the 1930s.

Who is she?

I then hear knocks on my front door which led to my immense panic. My heart starts to beat fast but I chose to ignore it just like what I've done to the simultaneous knocks on my front door that just wouldn't seem to end.

Knock. Knock.

The continuous knocks start to irritate with each passing second. My fist starts to tighten and it's weird how everything just feels so.. tense.

Knock. Knock.

"Who's there?"

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

"WHO'S THERE?!"

With full rage, I rush to my window and opened it whilst infuriated.

It was no one.

I slam back the door, my hands twitching and my body shivering by what just happened.

God knows someone was there and I swear to God and the heavens above, I know it wasn't just all in my head.

"Babe.. are you there?"

It seems as if I've heard the sound of something similar to what seems to be like calming chamomile tea with honey on a July afternoon just right after a stroll in park. It was the sweet voice of Crystal that will always linger in my head whenever I think of her.

"Blaster!" She greets me with a hug as I open the door.

"Crys.. How are you?"

"I'm fine! How 'bout you?"

"Good.. I just have a question, was someone else by the door when you came here in the house?" I ask whilst letting go of her tight hug.

"Nah, not really. Why?"

"Ah, nothing."

Then I hear the telephone ringing, "Oh, I'll get it." I initiated, walking to where the telephone was and then answered it.

"Blaster on the phone."

"Hey! It's Zild!" I hear Zild's voice from the other line, energetic and all that. "Yea? Well, why'd ya call?" I ask him, leaning against the wall. "Oh, I'm inviting you to join the party that'll be happening on Sundayyy! Wanna join? We'll be partyin' to the max! Bring Crys!"

"Okay... See you."

I put the telephone down, my heart beating fast and my fingers twitching. I felt like my whole body's just shaking..

"You okay?" Crys asks.

"Yeah."

No, I'm not; I'm seeing him again.

Oh Lord.