Love/Hate

Time.

I hear a sound.

The door!

It feels like a eternity since it was opened.

My hunger so strong.

My thirst so powerful.

The flashlight is blinding me again.

I have to focus.

Be strong-willed.

Calculating.

"You're back" I smile at him.

Even though I want to spit on him.

Kieran looks bad.

He carries a food tray in his right hand.

The other holding the flash light.

"Don't talk to me." he snaps.

I already figured he wouldn't talk easily.

Trust me.

Help me.

Make this better.

"But... Kieran, right?" I tried to sound cheerful. Well I hoped I sounded cheerful.

I was bawling with anger.

And tears. 

Frustration.

He nodded.

"I don't have a name, or rather I don't remember it" I laughed.

I prayed he didn't notice the fakeness.

He shrugged.

This was hard.

He wasn't easy to talk to.

And I wasn't really into the talking thing either.

"Well, thanks for the food. I was starving," I smiled up to him.

"Could you bring me a glass of water as well?" I asked innocently.

"Sure." he said.

Good.

Really good.

I smirked.

He turned to me before he closed the door.

I bet he was confused.

I never talked.

But know it was my time.

Finally to live.