What If Our Life Threads Bind?

Chapter 17.

I woke up with a jolt from a noise that came from what it seemed like someone was throwing stones on my window. I stood up to see if it's my imagination or someone really is there. A shadow stands there, tailing into the darkness with the arrival of dawn until it melts into a void. Cautiously, I take a step forward. The dark shadow crawls near to me and I realize that there were no stones but someone was knocking on my window.

Hurriedly, I found the shears from the drawer and steadied myself into an attack position, slightly opening the window and asking, "Wh-Who is it?"

"Hello from the other side." sang a familiar voice and I frowned, lowering my shears.

"Margo?"

"No, your kidnapper. Hey there, Delilah." I was about to say you got into the wrong house, buddy when the shadow started laughing, "Look at you! So scared." lifting up her black hood and I gave her a 'donot-you-need-a-psychiatrist' smile.

"What are you doing here at fucking four in the morning?" I rubbed my eyes, slightly annoyed. "And how did you get my address?"

"I am a detective."

I looked blankly at her, not buying it obviously.

"I got it from the student directory." She said and I finally nodded. "Now, come."

"Where? Sightseeing? It's four in the freaking morning?"

"To college. Sightseeing, yes." She nodded and I wondered if a psychiatrist would be free at this hour to see my dear friend who goes to people's house at four in the morning by frightening the shit out of them.

"It's fucking four in the morning. What will we do? College gates wouldn't be open anyway and there's no way I am trespassing." I told her and she stomped her foot childishly.

"Please! Also, the gates are open. People are there and protesting for a change in the list." She said.

"So you want to go with me to protest at fucking four in the goddamn morning. I am sorry, I have to do a very important thing and that is to sleep."

"I am not going without you." She stomped her foot again and I sighed heavily.

"If Lila or Chloe sees you, trust me, you'll be dead."

"Exactly. Some come with me then and stop saying 'four in the morning'. It's four-o-ten five, now."

"And...if they don't find me in my bedroom, then we're both dead."

"At least we'll have each other. Stop being a drama and come."

"I'm being a drama?" I scoffed.

"For once, listen to your miserable friend and do what she says. Come on, Martha. Have I not been nice to you?" She battled her eyes and I wanted to tell her that her eyes looked like the tube light blinking vigorously like the one that is in the reading room of our college.

"Fine. But I owe you big time." I packed a sling bag with my pair of real shears and prepared myself from jumping out of the window.

...

"What are these for?" She puts her hand inside my bag and pulls out the shear.

"Protection," I told her.

"No no. Look closely. It's not a condom. Its a pair of scissors." She said and I gave her a weird look that made her giggle.

"First you bring me up in this crazy adventure at four-" I was about to finish when she started giving me a stare and I stopped, then continued, "Then you make weird sexual jokes when I am trying to wake up from the grogginess."

"At least my jokes are keeping you awake. Otherwise, I am sure your lazy ass would have been sleepwalking by now."

"Any minute," I told her and after half an hour of me trying to rub away my sleep and her talking random useless shit, we arrived at the entrance of our college.

When the world was sleeping, the people of college were wide awake protesting for justice for student union elections. "Fraud.Its a fraud.Fraud...fraud." People shouted around and I scrunched my nose.

"What fraud?" I asked.

"Samuel and some others had almost the equal amount of supporters as Robbie and Adam which mathematically meant that they stole their votes somehow." She explained.

"Why exactly are we here?"

"Sightseeing." She answered and I rolled my eyes.

"You couldn't find a place better?" She didn't answer but kept leading into the bushes, behind the campus. Mosquitoes chewed on my skin and I sighed thinking how an hour earlier I was snoring deep into my sleep, dreaming peacefully.

There was a dark tunnel-like thing that ended on the other end of the campus and Margo made me get in. When the slight moonlight turned into a black patch of nothingness, I asked her again, "Margo, for real, why are we here? What are we doing?"

"Get out of the tunnel and I'll tell you." I felt a hand shoving me ahead.

...

"I was in my PG when I saw a light from a room upstairs, here in the college campus and someone, something shuffled. When I tried to sneak in the college, I realized that the person inside the lit room was Samuel and Issac when I heard a few people saying, He's inside. He's hiding."

That cheater, I thought.

'"So I took that wooden ladder and climbed up to see a glimpse of Issac and Samuel, but I fell down because perhaps I was too heavy for the ladder." She giggled.

"I still don't get it. Why are we here?"

"We are going to unlock him. He cheated. He doesn't deserve to remain hidden."