Consort.

4-That Time She Kind Of Met Him.

The Human 

The moment I entered through the door of my apartment, I locked it.

I couldn't stop the tears from falling as I rested my back against the door. They were falling like a river and I couldn't calm my heart beat. I felt as if I was experiencing a heart attack.

My whole body ached and itched. I felt dirty and uncomfortable in my own skin, and even though I knew that I had to nurse the cut bleeding from my head, but the first thing I did was jump in the shower.

I scrubbed my whole body repeatedly and vigorously until my skin turned pink and my tears mixed with the water streaming from the shower. My brain was so fuzzy that I couldn't even feel the burning water against my skin. I was numb all over, but I could feel myself calming down.

Heavily trudging out of the shower, I dried my body, which still ached, even after such hardcore shower, and wore the warmest clothes in my closet, for I was shivering, but I doubt that it was because of the cold.

Without looking at the mirror, I already knew that my eyes were puffy and that my face was blotched, so I simply refused to look at the mirror. I didn't want to make myself feel any worse.

Unconsciously, my hands searched through the cabinets for my first aid kit so I can clean the cut and bandage it, but it was nowhere to be found. "Where the hell is it?" I whined to myself, slamming the cabinet's drawer angrily.

Suddenly, I heard something creak behind me, causing me to gasp and turn around cautiously, only to find the first aid kit on top of the toilet's lid.

"I wonder who put that there." I spoke sarcastically, even though I was kind of being serious. Someone - or perhaps, something - was looking after me. Even though it was kind of scaring me, but I was also kind of thankful for it.

I mean, let's be serious here; those trays didn't just normally fly upward into the twin witches' faces. Gravity didn't work like that. Or how Eric was knocked down so suddenly; I knew I didn't do it. And I could swear that I saw a fist colliding into Eric, but then, I didn't see anyone in the café.

And what about that sound I heard mumbling behind my ears when I was unlocking the door of the café? I heard something, and that thing was urging me to save myself.

And now, the first aid kit just appears on the toilet's lid. This is not understandable. I could almost feel something hovering under the ceiling of my apartment.

Speaking of protective bodies, Bentley was oddly quiet on that night and I was aching for him. All I wanted was to cuddle against his fur and fall asleep.

"Bentley, where are you?" I called, feeling like Mary as she searched for her lamb.

"Bentley!!" I called louder, going to my bed when I didn't find him in his special spot in the corner of the room.

My apartment wasn't that spacious. It consisted of a bathroom and only one room, which was the bedroom that contained a table with food supplies, like jam and bread and instant noodles and pizza boxes, and I liked to call that spot as the food spot, or the instant kitchen.

I looked under the bed, and there was he, sleeping.

Except that he wasn't really sleeping.

He was dead.

After not feeling any heartbeat in his chest, I almost immediately broke into tears and sobs as I dragged him from under the bed, pulling the detergent that he had drunk from behind him. Again, I have forgotten to feed him before leaving the apartment, and this time, he only found detergent to fill his thirst and hunger with.