Preživljavanje (ŠEJAN)

Being Caught...

As I'm cleaning the mess he left behind, I notice that his backpack is open and could have a little peek into it. You know, to make sure he didn't bring anything dangerous.

I stop for a moment, this is really a stupid idea. What if he comes back and catches me going through his stuff?

But then what are the chances of that happening. He'll probably go around the house and sneak around and wont go back here until after the dinner.

I'm going through his stuff. Thats final. Just to be safe, I'll put the chair under the door knob so the door can't be opened from the other side.

Now, let's see what things you hide in there Dejan. What secrets are hidden in that little old backpack of yours?

Hmm. What's this? Unopened beer cans. Great. I see he did only pack the necessities. I think it's best to confiscate the alcohol. Alcholol can be lead to aggresion, and his aggresion can lead to my premature death. In there are also some of the real necessities like clothes and underwear, so thats boring.

As im digging deeper and deeper, I discover a smaller bag that's unusually pink and covered with Hello Kitty's Faces. Ha, that's weird, I thought it was maybe his sisters' but no. That theory was killed when I saw his initials written on the inside of the thing. The bag seemed to have some kind of a scent, so a wise man would probably put his nose on the bag and sniff it good, and so a wise man like myself did, didn't smell like anything dangerous. Instantly I knew that the bag was definitely his, it had his stupid scent all over it.

Dejan presented as a big manly man who did extremely manly things. Maybe that was all a façade? Why does he own a small pink bag? Surely, it doesn't have to belong to him, it could have belonged to his ex or his girlfriend, buuut- im not sure he has one curentlly...

In the bag that was questionable were, also, a couple of things that seemed both interesting and questionable. First of all, why did he bring a 50 pack of condoms, what the fuck? Who the fuck, or what the fuck did he plan on fucking? What will he fuck in Spičkovina, tree stumps? Maybe he thought this place was filled with local puss- I mean- females. But, then again, what if he's into animals? Who knows, for all I know he could be a deranged lunatic. Everybody knows to pack and bring only the necessities along with them on a journey.

Second thing that seemed weird was a small butcher knife, like the kind that they would give to children because it was so small, but then, why give a small child a knife? It had three crystals that looked very posh and expensive on the handle.

Odd.

I must admit this is kind of fun, Dejan has been here for only a couple of hours, and I already have blackmail material.

And at last, at the bottom of the small bag, laid among the leftover garbage, was a small notebook. How strange! I took a closer look at it and noticed the world written on it. MY JOURNAL was written in big, black letters that covered half of the notebooks' cover and under those big ass letters were smaller ones written in brackets. Do not read!, it said. Oh, how strange! It would be fair to take a little peek inside, I mean, I have already pretty much gone through all of his stuff, why stop now?

I decided to go through the pages and read some of his entries, most of them stated in the usual Dear Diary. The entries were written in horrible handwriting with lots of errors and grammar mistakes. The text was also odd, it was component of Croatian (mostlly swearwords or names) and English text. The entries seemed to be composed of Dejan's emotions, (mostly) complaining, and bitching,

I started reading one of them out loud and was so into it and intrigued that I didn't even notice the door being forcibly being opened. There was a loud bang, the chair wasn't holding the door knob in place any more.

"WhATS UP FUCKERS!?!" Dejan screamed. He appeared to be wearing sunglasses again, when he took them of, at first, he didn't notice what I was doing.

It took him about a couple of seconds longer than usual to realise the mess the room was in, and that the mess were his things. His eyes popped out and he was beginning to look like one of those squishy toys whose eyes pop out when squeshed.

"JEBEMU MATER; what the hell YOU think YOURE doing with THAT NOTEBOOK?!" He caught me going through his private things. I should act calm, but how can one keep calm if one is scared of the other? The other is also stronger and more intimidating than the one. My heart began to skip a beat, but not the in the good way, the way that makes you pee your pants.

Shit, there is no escape and I will probably be punished...

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hello, as you can notice, there seems to be an update after 100 years. with that being said, i apologize, there were some issues i had to deal with, also i have gotten a new laptop so that means no more writing on my phone! 

Second thing i wanna say is that im proud of this chapter and cant wait to write more of the story! So, that is pretty much it, and for the end i want to thank you all for tuning in! pozdrav!

(Also new chapter, like the longest one yet, will be public tomorrow morning, so get prepared)