Committed...suicide?
"I don't...," I begin, my voice quivering, fingers shaking.
"You won't understand. Not now at least. We've got to keep moving, so let it be. It'll be clear sooner or later." He snaps his fingers in front of my face to check my response.
I shake my head and proceed to take a step forward, walking towards whatever he may have in stock for me.
While we walk, I wrack my brains for some kind of clue that will unravel the mystery of my death at my own hand. I just can't see it. I imagine myself slitting my wrists, jumping off impossibly high buildings, tying myself to railroad tracks and letting the train do the dirty work. None of these things seem to fit, so I give up.
We approach a hallway lined by drawers and cabinets. My guide yanks on a nearby knob and flings something white and thin at me.
"Put that on. You need to be presentable."
"Oh, now you actually worry about me being naked. But it was fine when only you got to see me. Don't want to share, eh? Sick bastard," I half joke.
He rolls his eyes. "Don't worry sweety, nothing you have could possibly interest me."
I inhale sharply, as if he had taken a knife and plunged it into my gut. Jesus christ. "Why are you so cold?"
"I believe you mean to say 'cool. calm. and collected.'"
"Cool? A guy who makes a girl remain naked for over a long period of time against her will is hardly cool. Calm? Maybe eerily so, but definitely not in the attractive way. Collected? That is straight up bullshit and you know it," I say viciously, taking a step towards him with each point I make, until I'm right in his face, and can see every pore on his cruel, angular face.
He stares at me with blank eyes, as if I had said nothing. My words have no effect on his stone-hard defense. This pisses me off and I nearly spit on him, but he reads my thoughts and slams his hand against my mouth before I can even accumulate enough saliva to commit the act.
"Well look who's coming out of her shell? And here I thought you were just a stupid, squirming, little brat. But it seems I was wrong. You're a stupid, squirming, little brat with a nasty attitude and a tendency to be a bitch. Now that's not very attractive, is it?"
"I don't...," I begin, my voice quivering, fingers shaking.
"You won't understand. Not now at least. We've got to keep moving, so let it be. It'll be clear sooner or later." He snaps his fingers in front of my face to check my response.
I shake my head and proceed to take a step forward, walking towards whatever he may have in stock for me.
While we walk, I wrack my brains for some kind of clue that will unravel the mystery of my death at my own hand. I just can't see it. I imagine myself slitting my wrists, jumping off impossibly high buildings, tying myself to railroad tracks and letting the train do the dirty work. None of these things seem to fit, so I give up.
We approach a hallway lined by drawers and cabinets. My guide yanks on a nearby knob and flings something white and thin at me.
"Put that on. You need to be presentable."
"Oh, now you actually worry about me being naked. But it was fine when only you got to see me. Don't want to share, eh? Sick bastard," I half joke.
He rolls his eyes. "Don't worry sweety, nothing you have could possibly interest me."
I inhale sharply, as if he had taken a knife and plunged it into my gut. Jesus christ. "Why are you so cold?"
"I believe you mean to say 'cool. calm. and collected.'"
"Cool? A guy who makes a girl remain naked for over a long period of time against her will is hardly cool. Calm? Maybe eerily so, but definitely not in the attractive way. Collected? That is straight up bullshit and you know it," I say viciously, taking a step towards him with each point I make, until I'm right in his face, and can see every pore on his cruel, angular face.
He stares at me with blank eyes, as if I had said nothing. My words have no effect on his stone-hard defense. This pisses me off and I nearly spit on him, but he reads my thoughts and slams his hand against my mouth before I can even accumulate enough saliva to commit the act.
"Well look who's coming out of her shell? And here I thought you were just a stupid, squirming, little brat. But it seems I was wrong. You're a stupid, squirming, little brat with a nasty attitude and a tendency to be a bitch. Now that's not very attractive, is it?"
