A Silhouette and Maybe More

A Maze of Fatality

The sudden realisation that Dan was a part of a band called Bastille sprung out to me. I remember going through his albums, they were all his, not only had they belonged to him, but that he had created them. And the award; a Brit! How could've anyone randomly have a Brit stashed away in their bedroom? He must've earned it.

We all have a memory that we keep in our minds to enlighten us in troubled times, this must be his; something that he was proud of, something that he can call his own. I never brought up the topic of Bastille to him, he would've known that I had been snooping about in his room and I had a feeling that if he did find out he wouldn't be very pleased, I couldn't make him angry again, not after how much work I've put into making him like me.

I shook myself out of my over thinking mind and continued to read on with my book that I was now half way through. For every page I turned my eyelids got heavier and heavier until they finally closed sending me in a sleeping state, causing the book to fall out my hands. Dan's musky scent lingered around the material of the blanket that I cocooned myself in like I was lying next to him, something that I secretly desired. I still amazed myself as to how attached I had grown to him over the past two weeks. Never have I grown so attached to someone that quick considering my shy and quiet personality. Sure, there was the occasional boy or two in school that I did have a crush on but they turned out to either already have girlfriends or they just generally weren't interested in me, it really brought my confidence down. I began to wonder if I was ever good enough for anyone seeing the reaction I got from some people. The unbelievable irony that the person that was originally going to kill me was the person that has ever showed the slightest interest in me.

Hours later, I was pulled into consciousness after hearing a noise. I was too delirious to even recognise what the noise was but I still continued to listen. I was so tired that I didn't even have the energy to lift my eyelids, I just remained in my snug position. After a minute or two of being conscious I began to become more aware of my surroundings and recognising door squeaks and footsteps being taken. Someone was in the house; it could just be Dan but there was still doubt. The door of the livingroom swung open followed by slow, silenced footsteps walking in but then abruptly stopping as if they just saw something; most likely me. I knew it was Dan when he sighed, a hint of his voice showing through leaving me relieved. He began walking again and towards me, I felt him stand over me watching me peacefully sleep. Dan snaked his arms underneath my body and the crook my legs lifting me up in the process, my head leaned against his chest listening to his beating heart. Still, I kept my eyes closed pretending to be asleep. With me cradled protectively in his arms, he carried me up the squeaky stairs and into my bedroom gently placing me down onto my bed and tucking me in. He left, but not before planting a kiss on the side of my head sending me back into an unconscious trance with a smile on my lips.

The morning greeted me with the sun peeking through my window and the harmonic sound of birds twittering. I yawned while I stretched my body out from its huddled position. I remembered last night, how sweet it was for Dan to carry me up to my bedroom and tucking me in, I made myself smile thinking about it, but that smile disappeared after I began to wonder where Dan had returned from. I remembered how frustrated I was when I specifically asked him to stay right where he was but yet he ignored me and completely disappeared. I understood how he must've felt then; panicked, guilty, terrified but I would've never of ran away and not tell anyone where I was going but then again, I was being hypocritical. I didn't know what to make of the situation, should I ignore it or discuss it?

I started my morning routine when I arrived into the kitchen; flicking the kettle, finding the biscuits and making my tea. I sat by myself until Dan trudged in and began to make a cup of tea for himself, not even paying the slightest attention to my presence. He was like a maze, you never know if you're heading in the right direction and one wrong turn could be fatal. I began to think that maybe this was just an act of deception, or that there was just a possibility that he just wasn't a morning person.

"Did you enjoy your little outing last night?" I said in a really bitchy voice. I had made my decision, the attitude he showed towards me pushed me over the edge. "I don't know about you but I certainly enjoyed dealing with the police." I stated, sarcasm dripping off my words.

"Shut up." He groaned, his way of warning me.

"You know I said to myself when I answered the door, 'maybe I should just turn Dan in now', but I thought...naahhh."

"Amelia shut up!"

This is where the act dropped. He needs to learn eventually.

"Or what? You're gonna run away? Go ahead! If it means that I'll have one less problem!"

I didn't mean to take it this far, I never wanted it to become so out of hand but yet, here I am screaming my face off at him.

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

His voice echoed around the house, the volume could've knocked the whole place down. I had pushed him to his limits. I was lucky that my reflexes were quite enough to dodge the mug full of tea that came flying through the air in my direction, smashing when it collided with the cupboard behind me. Droplets of boiling hot tea splashed me as the mug smashed into smithereens. A shard of glass rebounded and cut my arm drawing blood, but I ignored that for now, I was too distracted focusing on the fact that he had threw that purposely. Dan was definitely aware of his actions. It's was like a competition now; who would say sorry first. In my defence, it should be him, he has more to be sorry for.