Chapter Seven: "Someone or something strange surrounds me"

I get home and let out an extremely long sigh when I see men's clothing thrown on the floor. My eyes roll as if it were a reflection and I head to the kitchen dodging the objects on the floor. I put the frozen pizza that was in the fridge in the oven and take a carton of grape juice out of it. While the pizza cooks I get ready to wash the new pile of dirty dishes. When I'm done, I sigh again and take the pizza out of the oven.

"Fuck!" I curse as I feel the burning mass-burn my lips and tongue.

A moan and blows in the distance put me on alert. I look around me and begin to connect the loose ends; the clothes were thrown on the floor, the sign my sister usually puts on the door of her room when she has company. I shake my head and internally scream because I don't want to be even more traumatized than I already am after living under the same roof as those two.

I'm surprised you didn't realize this situation before.

I turn on the TV and turn the volume up as much as I can to not hear anything and zap until I find one of my favorite series. I focus all I can on not burning my mouth again and try to get fully into the beautiful smile of the green-eyed actor on television. So absorbed am I that when a hand touches my shoulder I'm about to cling to the ceiling like a scared cat.

"Hi."

I put a hand on my chest to calm my heart and when I see the same man from yesterday, the mission becomes more enjoyable. And at the same time that I succeed, an irrepressible desire to throw a shoe at his head invades my mind and body. He laughs like he knows what I'm thinking and steps closer to me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he says still with that smirk on his face.

He doesn't seem to feel sorry.

I look at him more closely and come back to the conclusion that I know him from somewhere. My gaze travels quickly to his well-defined abs and his tattooed arms. His gaze travels well over my body, too, and I feel like I'm in my underwear when the only one who is is him.

He grabs the pants that are lying in the hallway and puts them on without taking his eyes off mine, so I do the same. And once again I see the change in his iris and instinctively I move closer to him. When I see that change again, he looks down and heads down the hallway that leads to my sister's room at the speed of light.

"Wait! "I take his arm before he enters my sister's room." How do you do that?"

"Do what, pretty?"

That's it; inquire, find and discover it to be able to get out of this jail that you built for me.

"That," I point to his face, "the eye thing."

He frowns with mock confusion on his face.

"You know what I'm talking about."

His false confusion transforms back into a smirk and he moves closer to me, only inches from me. His eyes go slowly to look at my lips and his lips part slightly calling my attention. I look up to see his eyes and that brown that previously dominated his gaze, turning green, one of them slowly turning blue. And when I want to realize it, the person in front of me is no longer that strange man with the changing eyes, but the lunatic who haunts me even in my dreams. His black hair, the same arrogant smile, the same fair complexion as his.

"You mean this? "Even his voice is the same as Alex's which makes me question my current state of mind."

I am paralyzed watching his constitution change again and go back to being the same guy as before. I frown so hard that every muscle in my face aches. And before I can say a word, the next words confuse me even more.

"Your birthday is next Sunday, right?" "The only thing I can do is nod and that movement does not seem or make by myself. "It will be then when everything will make sense."

And he leaves, leaving all the questions stuck in my throat without being able to spit them out, without being able to obtain a viable answer.

You already know them, what you don't want to face them. It's a nightmare living with you...

After what seems like an eternity, standing there, I hear the front door close, making me finally come back to reality. With my head spinning at his words I sit on the couch intending to disconnect from what just happened. But I can't pay attention to the series, to what the characters are saying. I am still in awe of what just happened in the hallway. I wonder a thousand and one times what the fuck is going on these days, in all the strange people who have suddenly started showing up out of nowhere and are making me question my sanity.

My sister's flirt has turned into Alex, or so I seemed to see. I must be hallucinating...

Shut up and look at the screen. There are some answers to it.

I watch television and the images I see leave me even more puzzled. The actor slowly peels his skin, his bones breaking to become a new person. His height changes, the color of his skin, his eyes, the shape of his lips. I can't help but wince at what I'm seeing. With him, it has not been that way. Rather he has been clean and smooth to the eye, nothing to do with what I am seeing on the screen. But I cannot question the fact that the end has been the same result: he has become another person, a completely different person, and that worries and terrifies me at the same time.

A chill runs down my spine as a thought crosses my mind: "What if that guy has the same ability to change his appearance whenever he wants as the actor on TV?"

That's right, open your eyes and let me out...