She, He And A Story (On Hold)

(Bad) Memories

"Far away from my memories

Of the people who care if I live or die

(...)

Our hopes and expectations

Black holes and revelations"

- Muse, Starlight 

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This day couldn't get worse, does it? Answer: Yes, it could. And yes, it just got worse.

It wasn't enough to have woken up early, basically for nothing and have participated involuntarily, I might add, in an assault for this day to end. No, that would be too good for a simple Friday. That would be very normal for my life.

Was missing the point which says: find your worst nightmare sitting on the couch in your home, to complete the equation of the worst day of the seventeen years of my existence.

"What are you doing here? And do not make me repeat this question for the third time." I told him while landing what occupied my hands on the table on the left of the TV. Because if he does not start talking within two seconds I would need from my hands free to have a conversation, a very animated conversation, with the face of this idiot.

"I came back." After what seemed ages, he said.

"You can only, only, even be kidding me." I said through clenched teeth, looking at him with my best cold look. But he didn't budge. He sat there, without looking at me, just staring at the black TV screen.

"No." He said quietly. Starting to turn its face to me while I was still standing there between the wall to my left, and the little table near the TV, on my right.

"I returned. I came back to stay." He looked at me as if waiting for me to attack him with tooth and nail, something which, I admit, was what I most wanted to do at that time.

"You may have come back, but do not even think for a second that you can stay in this house." I told him as venomously as possible.

"And why not? This house isn't only yours. And the other owner of this already gave me permission to stay here, just so you know." He said getting up and starting to head toward me, without a hint of emotion, other than caution.

I raised my hands to my face to stop him a little more than two feet away from me. "Do not come any closer." I got to say, almost in a whisper. My heart didn't stop, was beating so fast that I began to feel dizzy.

"I thought you had attended therapy?" He had the audacity to ask.

"Yes. I attended for three years straight. But as you can notice," I paused, looking at him coldly and with disgust. "it didn't do much. Just a few minutes in the same room as you, and it seems that all these years of appointments, hundreds of therapies and medications were a total waste of money and time."

"I came in order to remedy all. Everything that happened. Everything I did. But mostly, to get what I know will be the most difficult to accomplish." He said looking at me with his sad green eyes. But everyone knows that 'Sorrow not pay debts'.

"And what the hell is that what you so much want? And what do I care?" I looked him up and down, noticing how he had changed physically, his shoulders were wider and could see that his muscles were more defined, as they stretched the material of his shirt so much that gave the impression that it might tear if he took a little deeper breathing. But I didn't leave my observation to distract myself to put poison in every word I addressed to him.