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The first thing I saw were the same black boots I left when leaving. They were facing the door as I left, but now they were facing me as I stood at the front steps.

There was a slight drizzle now, had been all the way down the road as I made my way home with my head down because I was not happy enough to let the rain fall on my face.

I looked up to the hand being held before me, in it my phone. I was lost in my own world the whole day that I did not notice my phone not being on me. I must have left it at his place. I walked up the steps to take it just in time for the rain to come crashing on the ground.

I expected him to leave after I took it from his palm and pushed my door open, but it remained sturdy. Locked. If I left my phone at his place then I definitely left my keys too.

I did not feel like talking so I got the spare key from the space above the door and let myself in. Shutting the door behind me.

My phone beeped the battery low warning and I honestly could not care whether it died or stayed on until I saw all the many notifications. Most of them emails, interesting emails.

Greetings @Iliketostaypseudo, I have randomly stumbled upon your blog and like what you write. I see a strength in you that I do not have. I'm looking for a ghost writer for certain scenes in my novels and below, via the link are my prices as well as my contact information.

An email notification from the direct message section of my blog. Someone sent me a message.

If this was not a scam, then I would love the money. Because an email from a hospital asking for my appointment needed a lot of money.

The sound of my phone shutting down as well as keys being placed on a table pulled me out of my dark thoughts.

"My twin sister died." Alex said breaking the silence.

"She was just like you, only younger. Alexandria was her name." He added.

"Many people don't know her," he said showing me his phone.

The pretty girl who was forever his wallpaper, I used to think that was his girlfriend. Who would have thought, that Alex is a twin.

"She fell in love with someone who did not reciprocate the same feelings. She never saw how one sided the relationship was. She believed that she just needed to play Jesus, turn a blind eye. He was not beating her and she'd never caught him cheating so she could not make claims. I just wish he let her down. She would not have persisted if he broke up with her. We all want to be wanted, she wanted it more. Now she's dead and he doesn't care, he never did. You always reminded me of her, even before I knew who you were. Your aura and energy reminded me of her. I saw your email from a hospital. I hope you do this for you. Don't change for society or anyone." He said.

Five minutes of silence later and looking at each other, he left.

I lay on the couch with my hands folded under my head as I watched my phone light up with the charging sign.

I wish I could light up the same way charging phones do. But energy lost is not easily recovered.

I shut my eyes as I felt something in my stomach, the early signs of indigestion.

I woke up three hours later. The sun had gone down while my phone battery had gone up, so had my hunger.

I just wanted junk, but remembered my eating healthy resolution so I made mashed potatoes and cabbage. Which I topped with fruits I do not remember buying, Alex probably bought them for me.

I then brushed and slept.

I woke up feeling like going to school, but after remembering that I was excused for being sick, I went through all my emails and replied to the relevant ones after doing a little bit of research.

I kept looking at the hospital email, but not opening it. I did not open it until a week later, after I started my job as a ghost writer and got my first pay. I now had money.

I could now see a reputable doctor in a reputable hospital without unsettling my family members.

I felt some type of happiness, relief too. Things were falling into place. The sunlight coming in from the window and falling on my back as I sat on the toilet seat was also soothing. A lazy afternoon.

The best ideas start on a toilet seat.
As I sat there lazily, I spotted a toiletry bag I had long forgotten. In it I always dumped the condoms Zipppy gave me. Zippy loved me, she cared about me. She would never let me endanger myself, me who always had unprotected sex was lucky to have a friend like Zippy who would go the extra mile to buy me condoms. But me being me, never used them.

I pulled the bag close to me and found myself tearing open one of the condoms then wanted to see what happens when you try filling a punctured condom with water.

With the safety pin I had on my sweater, I made a tiny puncture and tried filling it with water.

Water obviously leaked out. But it was leaking from two sides. I must have accidentally punctured it on both sides. Bur this is what happened.

As kids we used to like filling balloons with water and at times the balloons would be over and mine would be punctured on the neck or side. I would try covering the hole with my finger but the more water got in the more it grew and burst. Thats how the punctured condom behaved.

In spite of men who say condoms are too tight and hurt them, I opened another one and fillef it with water but it had a whole and behaved the same way punctured water filled balloons behaved. I must have accidentally punctured it with the open safety pin in my hand. So I closed it and tore another condom for the activity to see how far it would expand.

It leaked and burst.

Maybe water is a poor lubricant.

I did the same with three more and the same story.

So I picked up a packet to see if there was a warning against using water as a lubricant and only saw oil. But my hands weren't oily.

So I went to type "Does water burst condoms" but something stopped me midway.

I tried five more condoms and three burst the same way. Two just leaked.
This was strange, how could a company sell faulty condoms?

But another question rang in my mind.
What if someone punctured them?
So I opened one packet very carefully such that it can hold water.

Filled it with water and it leaked.

The condom wrapper leaked.

So did the remaining twenty wrappers.
And the twenty one condoms burst.

My bathroom floor was a puzzle condom wrappers and burst condoms.

Someone sold Zippy punctured condoms.