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  • Every Thursday, I had to work late until about nine o'clock in the night.
    Sometimes i finish at nine twenty, depends on when I could solve the last phone call I pick up at work.
    My job was to sit in an office everyday and unmercifully make people pay tax. Technically, I work for government.
    Which means I am doing something rather just. However, tis true that who I was working for could be quite corrupted.
    You know what I mean? I hated my job but I was very good at it.

    I always knew it when people lie about something, even without seeing their faces.
    Nothing ever deceives me.

    It was Thursday again, I got out of my office around nine thirty and decided to walk home.
    There was a bottle of whiskey in my pocket which Gary gave me earlier.
    It was a freebie comes from buying some Whiskey flaovured chocolate.

    I took a shot and wiped my bread satisfyingly.

    This much of Jack Daniels meant nothing to me.
    My steps were still very steady,
    as if I could close my eyes and walk myself home without efforts.

    It's just one of those days where I was waiting on a queue.
    I was never asleep or awake. Everything seemed so close but vague at the same time.
    "At this rate, we will never get to the future we want."
    A voice kept repeating the same thing over and over again.
    It had been doing that for a long time.

    My eyesight was rather disoriented.
    I knew that I was going back to my flat.
    Yet, I didn’t know where exactly I was heading to.
    Drunken silence went through the air, it was very loud like one of those oxymoron scene.


    Someone talked to me from behind.
    I looked back and realised a teeny girl was staring at me with a pair of eyes coloured in unusual hue.
    Her hair was pitch black and long.
    An oversize brown leather jacket on top, lace sleeves stretched out a tiny bit from her jacket.
    A pair of black jeans appeared to be quite dirty with these white and brown stains on them.

    “Sorry, what?”
    “For a truth teller, I wonder if you are sluggish or all the tellers of truth are overrated.”
    She said, managed to look unimpressed.

    “You got three minutes to run, young fellow.”

    As I fixed my eyes on the girl, knowing she was telling the truth
    but confused about what exactly she meant.
    Wasn't I supposed to walk away from it?
    This girl was likely to be some homeless orphan with psychological illness.

    “You are confused. You don’t know who you are, do you?”
    She sounded surprised and peering wide-eyed at me.

    “The dark is coming. You heard the Silence, right? The sign before nightmares approached.”

    “That whiskey must be quite strong than usual...”
    I touched my forehead and feeling something sharp going in my stomach.

    Street lights became dimmer.
    The lights were on and someone was turning up the darkness.

    “What’s going on here?”
    “Darkness is happening. Be quiet. Don't let them hear you.”
    “Who What are they?”
    “Who or what that doesn’t matter as long as they are up to no good.”

    The girl grabbed my right arm tightly.
    There were blue light coming out from her eyes,
    there were an air of delightful atmosphere coming out from the girl.

    She dragged me to the corner where the brightest neon stood, written with “Ice Age Sugar” and “Adults Only”.
    Before the last light was devoured, I could still feel the girl’s small hand firmly holding me.
    It only took a second as I closed and opened my eyes, I realised that it made no difference to what I felt or saw.
    Hallucination was arriving.
    Someone pushed my head violently behind me and pressed me down.
    The water became something evil.
    So evil that no creatures would ever wanna get close to it or even take a glance at it.
    The water was so violent and hungrily draining all the oxygen out of me.
    The most important of all is that it relentlessly drained out all the hope and warmth out of me.
    The cold, chilly water horrified me more than ever.
    It flowed into me, drowned the space where were supposed to be fed with air and hope in me.
    This panicked me so much it gave me a great pain. Oddly, this pain which wasn't new to me.
    That felt like an old ache. Maybe it was only close to a minute, all a sudden I had embraced death forever as I believed.
    Now the darkness seized a chance to charge at me, agonizingly and fast.
    And then all I remember was the void and being a part of them.

    “Don’t….” I let go.

    The warmth. It's the warmth again, a peaceful feeling many people rarely get I'm their lifetime.
    Maybe most of them only get it when they die or maybe they all went straight to the water to suffer.
    It was a warmth soaked my arm first and woke me up from the coldness.
    A strong relief landed on me.
    I close and open my eyes again which only took a second I was out of the void.
    The mysterious girl fell on me and I looked around,
    everything was gone except the girl’s hand was on my arm like she didn’t know how to let go.
    My eyes hurt for a moment, then the sight was blur. I stayed still until my eyes are used to the brightness.
    The pounding heart went wild and shuddering in my chest.

    “I am hungry.” She murmured.

    Her clothes and her body were fuming but no signs of burning.
    I completed my thoughts and pulled her closer.

    “Are you okay? You need medical assistance!”
    “I am okay, really. And I need to eat. You own me a favour for sure!”
    The girl grinned and continued.
    “You will need to pay me with mac n cheese!”
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