Every day, I feel like I'm getting to know Malaysia better. Because I'm now conscious about how real Mal's feelings are, It gets kinda awkward from time to time. Don't blame me, I'm new to love. But this boundary between us keeps thinning, and I feel we're both getting closer to each other than before. Any doubts I used to have about him disappeared each day that passed.
... Well, except the basement part, of course. Yes, I'm still very aware of its existence and how it disturbs me. Every time I bring up a topic about it, Mal avoids it or says not to worry about it. I feel like he's purposely avoiding the topic. That kinda makes me uncomfortable. Doesn't he love me? Then why does it feel like he doesn't trust me? Why can't he just tell instead of pushing me away? ...Such selfish thoughts I have. I want to think positively, but doubts keep roaming in my mind. I hate it. I want to respect Mal's privacy but I also want to know what's in the basement. There's this feeling in my gut that says I must enter the basement. I know it's stupid to base my judgements on a gut feeling, but I need to know. For my sake. But how do I enter without Mal noticing?
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"Ruski~ I might come home late today, so don't miss me too much."
"Don't worry, Mal. I'll always wait for you."
"Ugh, I already feel bad leaving you alone. Now you have to be alone for a longer period." Malaysia weeps.
"You worry too much Mal! I'll be fine. Now have a good day out there."
Mal slowly walks out the door, sulking face visible to the eyes. I keep smiling and waving till he gets out completely. The sound of his car starting up can be heard. A few minutes later, silence fills the air once again.
Today's the day. I guess a deity out there has finally answered my prayers. I've already mustered enough courage and I'll finally use it for good use. The basement, why you keep avoiding the topic, I'll finally uncover it all. The basement has such a threatening aura, but I'm not afraid anymore. I twist the doorknob...
Of course, it wouldn't easily open. I've already figured that out. Luckily for me, or unfortunate for you, Mal, I have a paperclip and my father used to teach me how to unlock a door with it. Don't ask why, I also just realized how weird it was to teach your son such skills. I straighten the paperclip, insert into the doorknob and closely listen for clicks.
...click...click...click
It's unlocked. The door to the basement is finally open. Last minutes doubts come to my mind. Aren't I disrespecting Mal's privacy? What if he finds out? But it's too late now. Time to take the leap of faith. Going down these stairs feel like it's going on for eternity. It's dark, it's scary. I could misstep and fall to my death any moment now. Finally, I reach the basement. I turn on the light switch.
What. the. fuck.
What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck
I can't believe my eyes. Now that I see it, I can clearly smell the wicked stench. I feel like barfing. But I hold it all back in. Don't want to make a scene. But seriously, I'm speechless. horrified.
Why are there bloodstains all over the room?
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