3. WHO ARE YOU?

"My goodness!"

She exclaimed loudly with her wide eyes. Rage burned in her veins as she saw her chaotic apartment. Not chaotic but destroyed.

"I totally remember not living it like this, at all." She gasped at broken cutlery which she bought when she was nine years old.

Chaos settled into her mind looking at broken table and misplaced sofa many things were missing from there place and she couldn't digest the fact that someone broke into her house. Running towards her room she saw her window broken and bedsheets laying on the ground with pillows. Broken pieces of her favourite flower vase laying near her bed. Her cupboard's broken door with pile of clothes hanging from it.

Fresh warm trees with anger bursting into her veins flowed down through her eyes seeing her sweet home turned into chaos. Seeing everything misplaced, broken surrounded by mess she broke into small sobs. Her blank mind couldn't help her to put everything in its place. She didn't feel nothing but agony.

"I made this house a 'home' but they destroyed it." Murmuring to herself she slide down on the floor and cried with agony beating with her heart.

Her stomach grumbled loudly indicating the hollow ness and she cried more stuffing her face in her knees. Her melancholy cry echoed in the apartment which she treasured from past twelve years. Smiling faces of her parents flashed infront of her eyes as she buried herself more inside her.

Sun settled into the clouds with heavy heart seeing the most chirpy soul crying. Moon too shined with dullness around it listening to the crying soul. She didn't just cried, she cried with the dead memories, with her soul, with hear heart, with every cell of her body.

"I miss you both." Murmuring heavily she got up and walked towards the door with dull steps.

Picking the crushed flowers she hides them into her jacket and locks the door of her apartment. Dullness surrounded her as she climbed down the old, rusted iron stairs.

Dusk surrounded her and grew more darker with her every step. She walked with blank mind but decided destination. Street light blinked brightly showing the path to passerby and she was too a passerby in this world with no decided stop. Dull steps continued to walk till she stopped on her own. Looking at cemetery she prayed from outside not because she was scared but because she wanted someone to witness her broken soul.

Sitting across the cemetery on the bench she stared at the iron, rusted, huge door of cemetery and fall back into the flashback

*FLASHBACK STARTS*

"Wyna, baby where are you?" A lady sang entering into the home with grocery bags hanging on her shoulder.

"Mama!" A girl merely ten years old exclaimed jumping into her mother's arms.

"Seems like you forgot your dada." said a man entering behind her with her new toys.

"Dada!" Exclaiming she climbed down from her mothers arms and jumped into her father's awaited open arms.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

She came back from her flashback sensing someone sitting beside. A saddened smile formed across her face as she muttered to cold breeze.

"We were once happy too."

"What are you doing here?" He asked taking in her appearance. Her regular ponytail flowing till her mid back and her puffy, red eyes shining under the dim light of moon.

"By any means this shouldn't concern you?" She replied back continuing gazing into nothingness. Her every cell dimming at thought of talking to any human.

"But, I thought we were friends. Its sad you broke our friendship too soon." he muttered with tinge of teasing in his words not knowing what happened with her.

"Talking about friendship, have you ever tried to even be a friend?" She asked instead of answering him.

"I have friends, they are always there for me." His eyes narrowed at her as he answered her.

"Yeah, the one who only cares about your money" She said and stood up to go.

He sat numb on the bench. He knew she was telling truth but he wasn't the one who cared.

Ignoring him she continued to walk towards the home which was now ruined.

"Let me walk you home." He whispered enough loud for her to hear.

"By the Grace of God, I have two legs to walk with." She replied clearly stating to leave her alone.

"Can't you for once agree with me?" The words fell out of his mouth before he can control them. He always had himself under control but been with her always made him lose his controls.

"Wait, who the hell person are you, with whom I will agree?" Questioning, she walked down not before giving him her famous stink eyes.

"I am the hell person who saved you." Nearing her he saw red. His face hardened at her tone as he towered over her.

Her breathing stopped when she saw the shadow behind him looming over the tree. She wasn't hallucinating.

People can hallucinate souls not real bodies.

Turning away from him, she marched down the alley ignoring his calls.

Tightening her arms over her stomach, she ignored everything around her and walked faster. Her steps falling harder on the pebbled ground.

'How far will run too?' A whisper of question rang near her ear. Gasping loudly, she stumbled on her feet.

"Carefully." Her panic was washed away with the hushed whisper of Denzel, as he helped her on her feet back.

"Stay away." Hissing at his touch, she pulled herself away from him.

"I saw that shadow too." Tightening his grip on her arms, he murmured near her ear. Her eyes widening on his words.

"Trust me. Neither you nor I want to die in the middle of the night. Lets head to house like good people we are."

She snorted at his words. Walking on the street together in hurried steps they reached her alley.

His eyes darkened and his lips twitched. Aerwyna knew she was still in danger.

Looking behind her back she found no one following them. Huffing out a loud breath, she pushed him away.

"That's enough." His gruff voice sent chills down her spine.

"I have reached my destination thanks."

"Are you running away from me?"

"What does it looks like to you?"

Crossing the distance with large steps he griped her jaw tightly in his hold. A sly smirk crossing over his face.

"You doesn't question me back." The octave in his voice deepened.

Her eyes hardened over his foxy smile.

"And who are you to tell me that? Just because you are someone rich doesn't mean, you will go and scare everyone to bow their head to you.

Stay in your limit." Her fingers curled around his wrist. Tightening their hold. He felt pain burning into his bone. Jerking away his hand from her jaw, he examined his wrist which now had her finger imprints on them.

"Fix your attitude. Or it will be too late." He warned her and walked away, leaving her glaring at his back.