It had to be me...

'This chapter is from the perspective of Siana'.

It was a Misty evening that day, it almost started raining and if I don't return home by seven. He doesn't let me eat anything, I had to run...I sprinted across the street and kept moving. It was an unfamiliar feeling, I could hear someone weeping and when I looked back, it was nothing I expected. There was this tall guy who was being beaten up mercilessly, he looked Pale and it hurted me to see him like that, he couldn't even stand up, he layed by the metal chair in the bus stop sobbing uncontrollably. It made me feel so uncomfortable but familiar at the same time, he looked like he needed help. These past experiences have taught me one thing that is not talking to strangers. But I couldn't stop myself, I had to get back before seven... but it seemed like it doesn't matter anymore. I approach him and gaze at his forehead, blood kept oozing out. I tear a piece of my scarf, this scarf is used to cover my face, as people notice you... they ask you how did it happen. Too many complications, but I tear it apart and place it in his forehead. He looked at me with so much of belief, but I could see his sadness,I could see through him... he was suffering. We shared a few words but I knew this would end bad... I ended the conversation and stomped away in fear. But coincidences are scary, not once or twice I met him three times in the past month. And he doesn't know how scary it is to talk to me. Dima never let me talk to people, he knew that would end up in a big problem. The only place I can go to is the flower shop and talk to customers only for selling the flowers. Small talks, conversations are restricted. But him... Edwin I guess, I've met him thrice and this is the most I've talked in my life. And... this feeling it feels different, Having someone to talk too about your fascination seemed nice, but if Dima knows that guy is never gonna see the world again, and I'll never see the light... ever again! He needs to stop talking to me, I'm sure Dima works with some gang who supplies guns and him knowing about this complicates his life. I need to warn him, I need to stop talking to him.

"Hey, you ugly woman, what are you day dreaming about? Do you want me to press some hot irons on you! Get back to work! Ugly h*e!"