Chapter 2

“Why do you care?” He asked back.

“I don’t. I would prefer it though that you don’t do anything until I disappear from your sight.” I responded casually.

He took out a piece of cloth from his pocket. He began stopping his own bleeding.

I narrowed my eyes to see it clearly. Was that a woman's handkerchief or a woman's white panty?

Well, not that it matters to me. I am sure this encounter would also be the last. I resumed walking then. My cave is calling me. Rather, I am calling out to her so badly.

“Where do you think you are going?” He asked.

I did not respond and continued to walk. He halted me by holding my arm.

“What in the world are you? You asked me if I really wanna die like you actually give a **** and then you walked away like you never see a thing.”

I don’t understand what he was trying to get from me by saying them.

“So what are you actually trying to do? Stop stalling time to actually gather the courage to kill yourself. Just get this over with.”

I removed his hand from my arm and left.

Coward. That is what I think he is. I am not in the position to tell him that. I am a bigger coward. And I think that’s what sad about suicides that failed miserably. You become more afraid of it instead of having the courage to do it again. I may be wrong to think that but I am merely talking about myself.

I felt sorry for myself. I truly was. That is why maybe I cannot die. All the sins that I have committed, they cannot be cleansed by my death. They can only be washed away by my suffering. I wonder how long I can stand it, this tug of war with death.

I reached my cave and just as I am to open its door, a shadow loomed behind me. I turned back and saw the man.

“Yes?” I asked.

He didn’t answer. He simply walked past me and opened the door that I already unlocked. I tried to stop him but a woman like me is no match against a guy’s strength. I blocked his way and told him off.

“Do you have food?” He asked.

“I do.”

“First-aid kit?” He asked.

“I do.”

He picked me up and carried me over his shoulder to the living room. He looked around scrutinizing the place. He started helping himself in the kitchen. He started eating my food.

He was eating my food.

“What do you think you are doing?”

“Eating. It’s cold already.”

“That’s my food. Get out before I call the police.”

“I am going to cook your food after this to thank you for your hospitality. I will leave afterwards.” He continued eating.

I can only sigh from the mess I got into. I prepared my coffee and smoked this annoyance out of me.

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