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Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Returning the favour

Why do we wake up? To sleep again? What do we expect from the day? For most of us it's just another morning, for some like me, it's another day to survive the boredoms life threw at me. When you know you are ordinary, the very moment you realise it, you become something different. The realisation breaks the illusion, clears your head. It's hard to swallow that you belong to the same shithole as the others, it's hard to admit that you have no divine purpose, no legacy to leave. That you are more or less equally fucked up as everyone else is.

The next day was rainy. I couldn't find peace inside my room. I wanted to walk into my fortress of solitude, the artificial cave near the janitor's quarter. They say it was the result of a pipeline pressure failure but it looked more like a cave designed to hold weekly covens for the witches from Hogwarts. The pipe had burst open and washed away the mud, leaving behind the skeletal calcium structure.

I used to spend my time there, alone and happy. Others were scared to go in there due to their awkward nervousness of dark places. I enjoyed it, on the other hand. The janitor knew about my secret visits but never seemed to have bothered me in my daily pilgrimage, as I didn't bother him either with his naps.

"You seem to like this place." The janitor said as he sat beside me.

"Not quite that much but..."I paused. "It's better than the rest of the dorm"

"Rest of the dorm?" He asked with 'what the fuck is wrong with you' expression.

"I hate them there." I was brimming with animosity. "People."

"Ah... I understand kid." His face glowed up. "Are you one of those kids conscripted to graduate here by your parents?"

"nah." I was feeling like an asshole. "I chose it for myself."

"Are you happy about it?" He asked.

"No." I replied feeling dumb. "I just don't know what I'm doing."

"You are an asshole." He said.

"Thank you." I smiled. "That was much needed."

"But I love this place, this institute." He produced a cigarette. "I met my wife here." He finished smouldering it out of a worn out matchstick.

"How?"

"I used to do toilets, she did tiles." He smoked deep and gave out pearl white mist of pure happiness. "Weird. Isn't It.?"

"It's better than the werewolves and vampires having a threesome with a bitch." I said inaudibly.

"Care for some beer, son?" He asked as he stood up, his thin legs shuddering, to sneak into his room.

"I, actually, don't drink." I said faking a smile, yes I fucking did.

"Oh, that's fine boy."

The old man retired to his room. I sat down there, closed my eyes and took a deep breathe. It was good time, peace time. All filth in my head, I breathed it out. Everything from yesterday was gone. No remorse, no guilt, no hard feelings were left. I was intoxicated, I was cleansed. I was happy, content, even if it was for a short time. My seclusion made me feel secure. The leaves were hustling as the cool breeze touched my face. The place was a bit slimy and slippery. The dropping water echoed through the walls. I laid down and then it happened. It came in as a flash. She was on my mind again. She was like a plague. It had to be dick itch, I didn't knew what it was. I wanted to talk to her again.

"You got to look at this boy." It was dev, out of breath. I couldn't believe he could run, until now. His thick thighs, thick as cream constrained inside a cloth, used to touch and scrape against themselves when he moved.