I unlocked the door. Then went to take a hot shower it had always been helpful in washing away my stress. I watched the hot droplets streaming down my shoulder and then my arms and finally reaching the spot. I winced I'm pain as the mellifluous drops of hot water gently traced my wounds. The cicatrix looked peaceful now.
I closed my eyes and stood there enjoying the pain. It was a few seconds of peace I had before I had to go for sleep again. Just thinking about it sent a chill down my spine. I immediately pushed the thought aside. I turned off the shower. I dried myself with a tow let and then dressed up for night. I proceeded to make myself some food.
I was just gonna boil some noodles for myself. I was too tired to cook anything. Soon i had a pot of water with noodles boiling on the stove. I then proceeded to chop some vegetables. I had put on a jazz music. Soon the mellifluous sound filled the entire house. I hummed along with it as I chopped the carrots.
Accidentally, I cut my index finger. The menacing magenta slowly started oozing out of the cut and with seconds started to drip down on the white tiles. I climbed upstairs toward my room. I remembered to put an aid box in my wardrobe.
My house was dark. With only a few bulbs which now and then flickered. I opened the door of my room. I was pitch black in there. So i turned on the light. My dripping blood had already made a trail behind me. Lining the white tiles with red. I immediately tilted my index finger upward. I'll have to clean this when I wake up in the morning.
After a long search in my wardrobe I finally found the aid box from between a heap of wrinkled clothes.
I quickly bandaged my wound. A smell of something burning entered my nostrils. Horrified,I ran downstairs towards the kitchen. The flames were almost engulfing the whole pot. But I had put the knob on the lowest level. How did it turned?
I quickly turned off the gas and put the pot in the basin under running cold water.
Guess, I no noodles tonight. I end up drinking a cartoon of milk and went to sleep.
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Underneath The Facades
Mystery / ThrillerLila is terrified, watching each one of her nightmares unfolding in front of her eyes one by one. Afer her best friend, Wenessa goes missing mysteriously, she is haunted. She knows the criminal is someone with whom she is closely related. But would...
