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Chapter 3: A sense of familiarity

2018, Dark Lane of Martinique, 22h00

- Hello, I say shyly face the man who stands in front of me.

My hand is still in my pocket, clinging to my key ring. This keyring has been years that he does not leave me anymore. I told myself several times that I should get rid of it but I did not get there.

 I have sometimes thought that it was of no use to me and that I only kept it to give me a semblance of normality. It is true that having a key ring hanging on his keys and perfectly normal. But if you lose it it does not matter you buy another and life goes on.

In this case why do I feel this need to have it with me?

- What are you doing there, miss? Are you lost?

His tone is haughty and he looks at me with superiority. I frown and respond without emotion.

-It seems to me that you have not allowed me to talk to you. Am I wrong?

- Well, you're fierce!

- I did not say anything or do anything to say what you said.

He walks towards me. I do not move, my face still impassive. My specialty after all.

- No, but we can do some things that can prove it if you want.

I clench my fists, frown a little more. I want him to feel that his attitude is annoying me.

- So what do you do in life?

I lower my head so that he can not see my eyes anymore. I take it a few moments later, a big smile decorates my face. I answer him cheerfully.

- I break mouths.

He is laughing. Of all the evidence he does not believe me. I hit him hard in the jaw. It wobbles and collapses. His lower lip pisses the blood. He puts his hand on it and utters a groan of pain.

- So you believe me now?

- Yes, he stands up, his hand still on his wound, but you figure that thanks to that I can say that you are aggressive.

- I seem to have warned you.

He approaches a little more. I raise my fist as a sign of aggression which causes him to move back frightened.

I lower my arm, make a mini bow and go with a nonchalant step.

After a few minutes walking down the street, I look up. The sky is very beautiful tonight.

I think this is one of the most beautiful picture I took.

 Looking at the stars makes me a little nostalgic. I loved watching the stars with my family. I found them so beautiful. Now they have lost all their flavors.

Now, for me, it's just bright spots in a dark sky. It should make me sad to think these things, knowing that my parents loved to watch these stars. However, I feel absolutely nothing. Nothing. I decide to go home.

Apparently, Rowanne worried. I take out my cell phone to check the time. 23:30.

It's not that late. I hack stupid for my aunt who does not really look reassured.

To avoid an hour and a half of sermon conversation, I pretend that I am tired to go to bed. Rowanne says nothing and nods in agreement.

She must say that I am exhausted because of theft but it is not mainly because of that. The meeting I had tonight puzzles me.

I really feel like I have already seen this man.

My room is rather warm. Rowanne has decorated it so that I feel comfortable. I must admit that this sobriety I like well.

I slip into the sheets and fall asleep immediately. I did not realize I was so tired. It was not just a pretext in this case.

I wake up, a little in the way. I slept so deeply. It had not happened to me for a very long time. Most of the time I have horrible nightmares. Nightmares where I imagine that my sister is dying in terrible pain. In different ways every night. When that happens, I wake up sweating, screaming and sobbing. These are the only times I can cry. Eloha is the only person in the world I refuse to lose. It is now that I realize that leaving without warning was really a bad idea. She has always been there for me. And I did not have the balls to tell him what I think face to face. I will become an aunt and I still have no ounces of responsibility. I am only a kid. That's not how my family wanted me to become. By behaving like that, I'm just messing up my parents' memory and I have to deeply disappoint my sister. She did not spend ten years of her life finishing my education for nothing, shit!

I get up with difficulty to go to breakfast. Looking at my phone, I realize that today I have my job interview to be a photographer.

To be honest, I had completely forgotten. I have other concerns right now but it will allow me to have some money and show me what the job is.

I eat fast before getting dressed and spinning. I leave a note to my aunt who is still sleeping, so this time she will not worry.

This is the company where I will potentially work. I go to the front door and ring the intercom. A lady answers me and lets me in almost immediately.

 I enter the building without hesitation and head for the stairs. My appointment is on the third floor.

As I begin my climb, a man loaded with documents gets me inside. It has leaves to the eyes, it is normal that it is not seen me.

- Excuse me. You need help ? I ask.

He squirms to see my face. Suddenly, he drops the packet of leaves on the ground and I can finally see what he looks like. My blood is only one trick.

- You !! exclaim us in heart.

End of Chapter 3

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