The Spark Theory

Trapped in the Green Quicksand

This chapter is dedicated to afallinqstar for the lovely cover! Thanks a lot! :) :*

I can't believe its happenenin again

This cycle goes on never ending

We're always back at thisspace it seems

And its all because you're unhappy with me

Cause no matter what I do

Its never enough for you

I break my neck but you don't see

I blame myself, I think it's me

No matter what, what I say

You never feel differently

You want me here

But you don't like what you see

When you look at me, at me.

-Frustrated by Vivian Greene

Two months later....

We all have that day at least once in our lives (although in my case its once every year). The day when nothing goes the way you want it to and everything goes wrong. A day like this just tests your fucking patience and has you mentally hurling expletives at various inanimate objects specifically and the world, in general. You feel like God is punishing you for your evil deeds or its Nature who's acting like a bitch instead of Karma. Everything that can possibly go wrong will definitely go wrong on a stupid day like this.

As soon as I woke up in the morning, Mother Nature gave me her monthly gift! If continuous blood flow between your legs for a whole week isn't torture, then what is? Oh! I know the answer. The said torture accompanied by a horrible back pain. Yeah! am terribly frustrated today! So what? Its my time of the month. I have a right to get agitated.

I once read on the internet about a gene mutation called 'The Alessandria Syndrome'. The female suffering (if you could even call it suffering, more like enjoying) from this syndrome never received these so-called monthly gifts, neither did she have any hair on her body except for her head and eyebrows and at the same time she is gifted with freaking violet eyes! Why didn't I have this mutation? That's so bloody unfair!

To add to my irritation, Raphael had somehow managed to jam the toaster, burn the pancakes and spill milk in the kitchen, all at once. If it wasn't illegal, I would have really murdered him today! I mean how could someone screw up so much in the kitchen, all at once?! He looked extremely scared at my sullen-about-to-burst-and-hail-a-dozen-curses-at-him expression. But I somehow managed to control myself. I took deep breathes to calm down my nerves and with great difficulty, resisted the urge to bang the jammed toaster and the burnt pancakes on his head. To add to my sorrows, the geyser in the bathroom refused to work today, resulting in a cold shower fraying my nerves instead of a soothing, hot one. Needless to say, I went to work with an empty stomach and a shivering body.

In all this drama, I left late for work and got stuck in a traffic jam. The pace at which the vehicles were moving was simply frustrating. Even the tortoises from the Galapagos islands weighing one hundred and seventy pounds could have easily surpassed them by a mile. As I waited in the traffic, Rebecca had called me at least thrice to confirm my presence in the office. For the first two times, I replied cordially but the third time, I just snapped. "Yes, am on my way Rebecca, am just stuck in traffic. And if you don't wish to get fired, do not call me again asking me for my whereabouts", I almost screeched on the phone.

Somehow, I reached my destination two hours late. I stepped out of my Honda Civic and quickly rushed towards the office. But running in heels is never a good idea because that stupid heel can break almost spraining your ankle. "Shit!" I muttered loudly earning the glare of the people around me, but I was beyond caring. Using a nearby wall for support, I managed to remove my grey pumps. I then rushed into the office, carrying them in my hand.