Creep ✔

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"Crimo, why are you forcing yourself when your broken arm and leg is not yet healed?" someone asked him as soon as he arrived in his apartment.

Crimo was not comfortable during the performance, the make-up just gets in the way, now his face was sticky and gross. He needs to wash it immediately. He was used at people who don't understand him... but embarrassing himself? It will never enough even if he punches the wall to let out his anger.

Fuck you, Jake Francis.

"Oh, you're here? How you can get into my place without even asking if you are allowed to visit? Just get your ass off here, man. I don't need your lectures," he threw those words at him as he heads towards the bathroom. He murmured, "Fuck, I just embarrassed myself by acting in that useless drama play. I want to end Jake's life tomorrow, that useless jerk," he took the facial wash and put it on his face. He meant what he just said. He wants to kill Jake. But he remembered his smile during their performance, it feels like it's real... he can easily tell if he's just acting or not. "And he's smiling now, that makes me mad." he punched the sink tiled and looked himself in the mirror. Every time Crimo looked himself in the mirror, he wasn't seeing his life, he was seeing himself walking on a tight rope.

"Crimo? I came here because I need to tell you something very important," that guy knocked on the bathroom door, "Please... if you are done washing yourself, hear me out."

He hissed, "This guy can't wait... tsk. I thought I could handle Asphalto but I can't even stand on this guy," he wiped his wet face, "What the fuck do you want now? Can't you just wait? Know your place," he opened the door and looked at him full of disgust. "What the hell do you want me to hear? I told you that you can't follow me..."

"Crimo, please... no more swearing." that guy warned him in a calm tone. Crimo had just realized that this guy was wearing too formal, unlike those days when he needs to see him. He wanted to laugh, "Huh? If you don't want to hear me swearing, don't talk to me. That's simple." The performance is not important to him but he's lecturing that creepy guy to play the guitar very well on the stage. "And what are you wearing? So weird. Do you still think that you are working in London? Oh please, the atmosphere there always make me throw up. J-just get out of my sight, you leech parasite."

"I think you have to consider the danger of your actions right now, Crimonaill. You know very well that your freedom is very temporary."

"What? Did you tell them I was here? Go on, tell them... tell them how well I am doing by myself even if I live in a pitiful and yet miserable life, go on. I challenge you... I don't understand why aren't you reporting them all of my actions... that is your work why you are here tailing me... and telling me not to swear... mind you, I can handle this on my own."

"No, you can't... you can't handle this on your own. You got your arm and leg broken by acting recklessly..."