Miserable at Best

Chapter 12: Nice To Meet You

 Author's Note:
Oh shocks! Who do you think is this?? °+°
Better keep your eyes on the story to find it out!! ^0^

         It was only early in the morning and the sun is still not showing when I woke up. Andrej is nowhere to be found and the whole apartment is surrounded with vast silence.

"Andrej?..," I called out to the kitchen when I tried to find him there. No response.

I walked back to the living room and stand in the middle wondering where he is. I sighed and walked back to the couch trying to figure out where he could be. I don't feel bad for being alone, but I get uneasy thinking why he left so early in the morning.

I was about to go back to my sleep. But  that was when I heard a noise coming from his room. I shifted my head to the door as I sat up on the couch. I stare at the door waiting for another sound to be heard. And it looks like the thing is on my side for another sound vibrated from the room.

I stood up silently from my seat. Then slowly, I walked up to the door carefully making my way to prevent some unnecessary things to be done. My heart beats fast against my chest as I press my ear against the door. I breath heavily and silently waiting for another sign of movement to show up. And that's when I heard moving of randoms things inside the room.

I gasped and quickly backed away. Staring scarily on the door with my shaking hands covering my mouth, I ran to the kitchen and get the first thing I saw that can be my weapon for defence. I stand on the middle grasping the knife tightly in my hand. My legs start to shake as I quietly wait for something to come out. Then the lock suddenly clicked and the knob was turned. I quickly pressed myself against the wall and peeked only my left eye to see what it is.

My breathing hitched and my heart beats faster when I saw a man went out of the door. I couldn't make out what he looks like clearly because I quickly hid my head behind the wall. But I can remember through my glance that he wears a white clothe. Just like... The man who...

I start to tremble once the memory about him flashed in my mind again. Fear rushed down my spine as the dark memory totally distracted my mind from the stranger outside. I think about that horrible nightmare of mine that I got lost on my focus on him and didn't even hear his footsteps coming closer. I thought for that moment that remembering that night is the most fearful thing I ever feel, but not when his presence made my head to shift to the side and my eyes directly land in his.

I stare at him in shock, fear and nervousness all at the same time. Right now is really when I can seriously, actually, totally say that my body froze, that even my heart seems to stop beating.

His dark, bold and taunting eyes stare intensely that it can even... No. it really burns my soul. The carved fake and twisted smile that stretched out on his pale dead skin makes my every nerves tingle in fear. And he made me feel sicker when it even stretched out more, as his tight and slim cheeks puffed up, indicating his delighted emotion when he saw my scared face. His thin, black and shoulder-length hair falls flatly on his back and some managed to pass his shoulders, making it laid deadly on his side. His whole feature is an epitome of pure outcast. It can bring such feeling of severe fear to anyone that he would laid his eye on.

          He shifted his body to face me. My mind is still lost and I'm still stuck helplessly on my place. He looks at me fiercely trying to scare the shit out of me. Which he is doing good.

"Hello, Amanda. At last we met each other..." He smiled looking at me creepily.

My heart fell in my stomach as I register his speech in my head. I couldn't help but to feel more scared and helpless. It seems his words kill me slowly as it repeatedly ring in my head.

His smile gets wider when I didn't respond to him. He walked up to me and my body trembles more obviously. The vibration of his deep chuckle sent further fear in me when it rang in my ears and clouded my brain.

"As what I thought, you'd be surprised like this. But what's with the knife?..." His creepy voice rang in the whole place.

Still I didn't say a thing. For my lips shake madly and words are trapped in my throat.

He lifted his hand up and touched my face softly. Its cold and rough texture brought chills down my spine. He then rested his thumb and index finger on my chin, tilting it up to make me look at him straightly.

"You're way too beautiful when you look like that..." He whispered trying to sound it sweetly.

He then leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on my lips. He smiled at me creepily as he pulled away. He then starts to walk away and get out of sight.

I am left shaking and hyperventilating in the kitchen. My breathing is so heavy and my whole body shakes uncontrollably. The impact of fear created by his presence shoot greatly into me. Making my legs very weak and I ended up falling on the ground. Gasping for air shaking madly and my whole self is really out of control.

I tried to get up and have some water to calm my freaking nerves. But the fear really took over the guts in me that I start to lose my consciousness and finally black out.

Author's Note:

Yeah! Do that freaked you out? ^_^
Well I'm seriously freaking out when I wrote this so yeah.. Haha!! XD

Seriously, I feel that I sucks in this part, but I also feel it was perfect.. ESP. In grammar??? XD Like... Somewhere in between yah? And nah,??? 0_0
Lol I'm getting freak again.. 0_0 Oh well, just enjoy!! :*

Oh and P.S.

Jeff!! The pic is awesome!!!! :D