Uncertainty // z.m.

Six

Six

________________   London, 05.10.13 SAT

Dear friend,

I feel like the only occasions that I decide to write to you is when something is bothering me. Well, these days I always have a bother lingering around me, you know what I’m talking about… After he drove me home from school that day, I think he did that to show me the amount of power he has over my life, I haven’t seen him again. However, the mere thought of him scares me I really don’t want to encounter him another time. The thing that probably scares me the most is the fact that tomorrow is Sunday. I used to love Sundays before, it was my only free day in week and I always looked forward to it. But now? I’m dreading it more than anything, just because of him.

I’m sorry if it seems like I’m always complaining about having met him, but what would you in my position do? He turned my life upside down in a matter of days and I don’t even know him properly. I asked him what I should do about university and my current job at the library while carrying out his “orders” and guess what his reaction was? “You’ll have to quit your job then, right?” is what he said. It didn’t matter to him that I’d need money to live a proper life or that this job was the perfect opportunity for me to combine work and hobby. I’ve been working so hard to get this job and now I’m forced to give it up. He didn’t care the slightest bit and he probably won’t ever do.

I don’t want to go there tomorrow, I really don’t. I don’t want to meet the other disgusting people in this organization or whatever it is, mafia maybe? I seriously don’t even care, I just want to get out of there.