His Cure

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“Who are you really, IntrovertBoy?”She mustered all the ounce of courage in her to say those words.

She watched as his facial expression turned sour.

He casted his look on her coldly and she could see the bottom of his eyeballs get redenned.

Okay.. now she regrets asking that.

He struggled to conceal his true feelings and let’s out a sigh.

“This supposed to be just a game.”he uttered.

“I.. I am sorry about that but.. it’s.. you picked truth by..”

“Do you really have to know me?”his eyes bored into her’s.

Alright.. what’s that?

She batted her eyelashes fastly then shook her head vigorously.

“Of.. course not. I.. don’t have to know.”she replied.

“But, you surely wanna know something, don’t you?”he said in a whisper.

Now, that felt like a sudden attack at her guts.

“No, no, no..”she waved her hands in the air.

“I don’t wanna know anything.”her voice shook in fear.

“Regardless,”he heaved a sigh.

“Don’t ever get close to me.”he supplied.

She wanted to ask him why. She wanted to ask him why he keeps telling her to get away from him but still keeps keeping her in here and still keeps coming close to her but she couldn’t bring herself to ask him that.

“Your turn, Truth or Dare?”he questioned.

“Huh?”her eyes went down to the unspin bottle.

“I.. thought.. you would have to spin that first before.. asking me..??”she stammered.

He huffs and stood up.

“That would be the end of our game.”he stalks to his bed.

Beatrice clamped her hands together and stood up.

Should she be happy or sad about this?

She felt like she just dampen his spirit.

But.. whatever.

Everyone in the world cannot be happy.

One person has to be sad for the other to be happy, isn’t that the common clichè of life?

She went on her ten toes and moved out of the room.

Phew!

That was close.

She held onto her chest and took the stairs down.

She walked inside the kitchen and snag a box of pineapple juice from the fridge.

She unlid it and moved it up to her mouth, drinking a reasonable amount of it.

Gosh!

If care is not taken, this guy would be the death of her.

Why does he have to be so mysterious?

She went up to her room and in the bid of creating a new chapter, she started nodding off.

She didn’t know when she drop her phone and drifted into the realm of darkness.

In her dream, she saw herself standing on a high podium with different lights flashing at her face.

The lights were almost blinding.

“Stop! What are you doing?”she asked innocently.

But, what she got in return was jeers as they all laughed at her.

She covered her face.

Why are they doing this to her?

She moved her hands off her face and stared beside her but all she got was a blurry vision of a man.

Huh?

Who is he?

“Beatrice!”she heard and jerked back.

She turned back and saw a man grinning at her.

“Why are you smiling?, stop smiling..”she sobbed.

“Beatrice.”he called again.

“Stop smiling!!”she yelled.

“Beatrice?!!”another voice sounded.

She went down to the ground, hurling her body and sobbing.

“Beatrice?”the voice sounded familiar.

She stared up and..

“Daniel!!”she smiled.

A ray of hope shined in her eyes.

“Beatrice, I will take you home.”he stretched out his hand at her.

She beamed with smiles and she moved her palm towards his but..

“Gbam!!”a heavy sound echoed the whole room.

Huh?

Her eyes instantly fluttered open and she stared around then sat up.

When did she slept off?

Geez..

She checked the time on her phone and gasps.

An hour has passed.

Oh, no.

And, what was that about the dream she had?

She rubbed her eyes and yawned.

She heard the sound of something being smashed to the ground and she frowned.

Is this still in her dream?

Or is she hearing wrongly?

Definitely not gonna sleep – walk, is she?

Uhh.. probably she needs more sleep.

She laid down on the bed again, about to drift into sleep when another thud came yet again!

“No. no.. i need more sleep.”she pulled the duvet over her head.

*More sleep!!!*the words echoed in her ears and she saw the image of a man dressed in a black outfits, holding a staff with him. His head was covered with the hood of the raincoat he was putting on.

He raised his head up at her and she screamed then she quickly sat up.

What’s happening?

Why is she having weird dreams?

Isn’t.. that man, isn’t.. isn’t he the grim reaper?

Is someone haunting her down?

Could it be Gregory?

He is a witch?!!!

Is he haunting her down because of what she’d asked him earlier?

Daniel?! Is he haunting her down because she broke up with him?

She ran to the wardrobe and rested her back on it.

What the hell is going on?

*Thud!*

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Where is all those sounds coming from?

All she wanted was a good sleep.

Ugh!

She brushed down her face and tip – toed to the door.

She has no idea why she did that herself.

Could it be possible that she is losing her mind?

She walked five rooms down and stopped in front of Gregory’s door.

Is this all a nightmare?

Then, it is one she would like to wake up from real quick.

“I hate you.”she heard him say.

What?

“Well, I hate you too.”she muttered with a frown.

Is he stylishly insulting her?

“Haha, the feeling is mutual. I hate you in tenfold.”she mumbled under her breath.

“I hate you all..”he breathed out.

She glanced back to see if there were any other person or people present there with her but there was none.

So, who is he hating exactly?

Wait…

Is someone in there with him?

Are they trying to kill him?

OMG!

Her eyes widened.

Then, she’d better act fast.

She looked sideways, looking for what to use as a defense – a weapon.

She ran back to her room, grabbed the hair dryer and ran outside.

She kicked the door open and rushed in.

“I am h–”the words got stuck in her throat when she saw no one in there, except him, who she is yet to see.

And, yeah, he just got destructive again.

The floor was blood stained and literally all the things in his room has been smashed down to the floor.

“This guy has got some evil spirit in him, oi?”she muttered, subconsciously, with her weapon still brandished up in the air.

“I hate you.”she heard.

But, where is he?

She scoured her eyes around and finally found him behind her, sitting on the ground with his body pressed to the wall.

Slowly, he sprang up and gazed at her.

“What..”he stopped and stared around.

“Why are you here?”he questioned.

Oh, right. Why was she there in his room again?.

Oh! To protect him!

“I heard sounds from outside and I thought you were in here with some dangerous people. So, I am here to..”she paused.

To protect him?, wouldn’t that sound silly?

“To what?”he demanded surly, moving closer to her.

“I..”the dryer slips out of her grip.

She suddenly found it hard to breathe.

She looked back but there was no where to run to.

The wall is right behind her.

She turned back and screamed out her lungs when she saw him so close to her.

“I told you to stay away.”his breaths were unsteady.

He seems ready to hit her.

Oh, no. What is she to do?

He scoffed and raised his hand up to slap her but she quickly resorted to the last option –A hug.