I leave the kitchen room, making my way up the stairs, as soon as it starts to crowd up for breakfast while I'm still deep in my own thoughts. I shut the clutter of voices out of my head, focusing instead on what is really important, her.
I love her, right? I can't live without her, but Ash is right, that doesn't mean that I love her. I know I would die before letting something bad happen to her! That is love, right? Ugh, this is so frustrating! Why did Ash had to get all these stupid ideas in my head? No, I'm in love with Cat, there is no denying that, right?
Before I know it I'm standing in front her apartment, four floors from the person guilty of this confusion, looking at the door as if the answer to my questions was written there. I walk away, towards my own that is only a door away. I grab the door knob as the impossible questions start flooding my head again, and it's only when I notice my knuckles turning white that I decide on what to do.
I let go of the door and turn on my heels. Weather I love her or not what I did earlier deserves an apology. I am aware that there is the possibility that she's asleep, but at least seeing her would clear up this mess, I hope.
I breathe in and turn her door knob, when I hear the click of the open door I let out the air softly. Slowly I open the door, praying that it doesn't make a sound. I set a foot inside and I curse myself when I feel a sharp pain spreading from my foot. We're not humans, we're mutants, and some of us like walking barefoot or 'naked', in truth we have fur or scales or feathers. What isn't normal is to have the entrance of your flat covered in broken glass because you are too paranoid of the people you live with spying on you.
I take my foot out and wipe it free of the tiny weapons. I step back inside, careful not to step on anything this time. I study the walls as if it where the first time seeing them. Broken pictures and awful claw marks decor the paper wall that is falling to pieces. The pictures aren't hers, but the rest is all her creation. She did it to warn intruders of what to expect if they don't turn back, that is if they were able to pass through the other floors without being destroyed by the rest of us. We aren't exactly friendly to humans, or any other threat.
Before I make it to her room, a pair of emerald green eyes look at me intensely from the other side of the corridor and I stop, feeling my blood run cold from the panic as neither of us move. She doesn't like intruders, even the other mutants, but do I count as one to her? I stay petrified and her stare only hardens, becoming more hateful by the second. She's not happy, and I'm unable to do anything, it's like she's Medusa herself, and I love her.
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Medusa was a creature from Greek mythology. She had the power (curse) to turn people into stone by just looking at them. The one with snakes for hair.
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