Human

3 | organelle

THE ELEVATOR RIDE WAS LONG AND EXCRUCIATING, but maybe it only seemed that way because her heart was pounding so hard that it threatened to burst out of her chest. Her legs shook and her mind wandered to various possibilities that could take place from there.

He could call the cops for his privacy being disturbed, he could dismiss her as a little girl who didn't know what she was saying, but worst of all, he could choose not to believe her and keep spreading hate and toxicity for the remainder of his life. Whatever happened, she had to at least try to change his mind and lead him away from the destructive path he was following.

The elevator reached the topmost floor, the most luxurious among the already high-end apartments in the building. The doors opened with a ping that sounded too reminiscent of the gong declaring the start of a boxing match. Her heart was palpitating, she didn't know what she was going to say or do. She didn't even know how she was going to introduce herself, much less convince him to listen to her point.

But she knew she had to go through with it. There was no point in starting something just to give up at the last moment and Evelyn Rose Summers was most definitely not a quitter. Especially if it concerned things she felt deeply about.

Her heart still thudding a dangerous rhythm, she looked around at all the unnecessary things around her; flowers in a vase that no one would pay attention to, shiny tiles that would have to be maintained properly everyday, upholstery that wasn't exactly needed.

It intimidated her, the man probably had more money inside his pocket than she had in her bank account. It also confused her as she never understood the need to live so lavishly when you had all that you could want right where you were.

She knew she could be happy wherever she went, as long as there was a steady supply of pizza and chocolates and if she had someone to share the experience with.

She scurried to the only door in sight as fast as she could, knowing that her courage would dwindle by the second and she might end up making a blubbering, blushing mess of herself if she thought too long about it.

Some things in life just had to be done spontaneously, without fear of repercussions or retaliation if you wanted them to play out in the best possible way they could. Overthinking always spoiled things because most of the times, things never played out how you wanted them to and it threw you off the course of things you had mapped out in your mind.

She rang the door bell, feet bouncing and lips stretched upwards in a smile even she could tell was completely, award deservingly, fake. Her hands hung limply and awkwardly by her sides as she tried to focus her eyes through the peephole to look towards the other side even though she knew it was impossible.

She was just about to ring the bell again when the door opened with a start.

A disgruntled man started back at her with irritated eyes and a tired face. It was obvious that she had disturbed him while he was trying to get some rest. He looked her over once. Twice. The expression on his face never changed and she was becoming more nervous by the second.

She was just about to introduce herself when he said, "I don't want any girl scout cookies so you can go away."

And he promptly shut the door in her face before she could even get another word out.

Angry and confused, she rang the doorbell again but even after waiting for a good few minutes, the door remained closed. So she rang the bell again. And again. She decided to keep ringing it till he came back to open the door.

The door opened with a start again, taking her by surprise, "I said that I don't want any girl scout cookies, is that so hard to understand?"

Before he could shut the door, she managed to say, "Do I look like I have any cookies?" That caught his attention and just for a second, he stopped to listen. That one second was enough for her, "And even if I did, do you think I would ever waste good cookies on a man like you?"

He looked as if he didn't comprehend her words for a second, but when he did, he looked merely amused, "Oh really?"

She was confused now, "Yes?" She had meant for it to come out confident, but it sounded more like a mouse attempting to speak and she cursed her voice for failing her at the exact moment she needed it.

He hummed, eyes dancing with amusement now— a sick kind where he couldn't care less about what she thought of him, "If you're done wasting my time now, I'm gonna shut the door."

"No you're not!" She shouted, sticking her leg between the door and the frame before he could shut it. It was closing with a force and hurt like hell, but it was inconsequential compared to the task she had at hand.

He was visibly irritated by now, "Look girl, if you think you can just barge in here and waste—"

She didn't even let him complete his monologue, "It's not going to be a waste of time. I promise! I've got something to show you."

His eyes sparkled now, holding a deeper, dirtier meaning that made her cheeks flush with embarassment, "Something to show me huh?" He gave her a once over, critically analysing her features, "I'm sorry, but I'm not really interested in what you've got to offer."

She was seething by now. This man was not going to make a fool of her and dismiss her like a little girl who knew nothing. She would ensure he never forgot the things she would make him go through.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but my features are not on the plate. What is available however, is common sense and a dose of sanity with it. Oh, also add a topping of maturity will you? You seem to severely lack in that department."

"What. The. Fu—" He raged, his facade of nonchalance completely blown and his true emotions coming to show.

"Mind your words." She said, "Or you won't like what happens next."

He scoffed, "You're standing on my front door, in the building that I partially own, in the city that loves me and my videos. I don't really think you're in a position to threaten me, darling."

"Oh but I am." She said and held up her last resort, a video saved on her phone. Her finger pressed play and various nauseating sounds filled the air around them. She had vowed not to use it unless completely necessary, but he had left her with no choice.

"What? But— how?"

"I have my sources." She packed her phone back into her pocket, "Which is why you're going to do as I say. We're going on a little journey, buddy and I'm going to make you hate the world less than you already do."

"I don't hate the world—" He tried to argue his point, but he knew it was worthless now.

She raised her finger up to silence him, "Yes you do. You wouldn't make all those toxic videos about racism, homophobia and sexism otherwise. Just because a person isn't white or straight or a man doesn't mean that they can't be as good as anyone else. They deserve as good a chance as anyone else and you're no one to deny them that basic right."

"Who are you?" He asked, eyes widened in bewilderment and disbelief. His mind couldn't even register the words she had spoken, being too guarded by its doors for the sudden intrusion of the new unthinkable ideas.

Yet, he couldn't help but follow her when she grabbed onto his hand and said, "Someone who'll change your world forever, hopefully."

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I have an interview tomorrow on Skype. And it's not freaking working. Skype is not working. I'm so stressed out right now, but there was nothing I could do so I came back to writing. It's a drug honestly.

I hope the chapter was nice.
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