That night was the worst night of my life, I couldn’t sleep these random thoughts kept swarming in my head and consuming me, I thought if sunrise didn’t come soon I might kill myself. But thankfully sunrise did come, the earth kept spinning, and it didn’t go of its axis. The young man came up to me and stared at me again, what is wrong with this guy, I ponder. His stare makes me melt, as in make me like him and fear him not, and yet it makes me terrified at the same time. He then left to the restroom and got dressed. He had me get his clothes, and shoes. Then he had me fix him something to eat. He said he wanted something to eat, but he didn’t tell me what, so I tried my best and cooked him an omelet with ham and cheese. He seemed to like it and ordered me to make it everyday. That was a relief, for all I really know to cook is that, pancakes, and maybe a little something else.
The day went by, the guy just sat there on his bed and threw daggers at a target. I was amazed, he was really good, he only missed 5 times out of the 30 or more times he did it. He saw my excitement, so he kept on doing it, for once I actually smiled, but then I became depressed when I realized my Bible , and buddy were gone. Now all I had was a dirty sheet on a hard floor. And so the days went on and I had stopped counting after so many days. I got little food, which was usually whatever was left over from what I cooked. He never hurt me, yet he never spoke to me. The days seemed to never end, he just stared at me, but now with a kinder stare, I didn’t know at the time, but something had changed. One night I became ill and really depressed, I missed my family, and I began to sweat cold drops. The young man got near me and asked what was wrong with me, I kept silent for I didn’t know if he would kill me if I speak, and also I didn’t want to tell him my anger toward him for that would probably get me killed. He then, seeing that I didn’t want to talk sat next to me. He had never done that before. He just sat there by me, eventually I fell asleep, I don’t know for how long, but then when I finally woke up I found myself lying on his bed.
I rose and saw him asleep on the floor, what was wrong with him I wondered. Thanks to GOD my depression and illness had left, but did I get him sick as well. I went over to him and shook him a little. He instinctively woke up alarmed and put a dagger to my neck, once he realized who I was he took the dagger from my neck, rose and said, “what do you think you are doing, waking me up like that, I could have killed you, you know” I don’t exactly know why, but I blushed. He looked at me again with that penetrating stare. I couldn’t stand it anymore, I looked up and said, “would you stop that” he stared at me amazed I dared talk, yet he did not hurt me, I most certainly thought I would die after I realized I had spoken to him. He then asked, “what, miss…whatever, what must I obey you about?” “nothing” I responded. He stared at me again and said, “do not lie to me or I will kill you, now tell me what is wrong?” He said with a hint of humor in his voice. I gasped for air and responded, “your stare, it makes me I don’t know, it makes me get scared but yet it makes me weak.” “weak” he said with a chuckle, “ weak you say, so does that mean you like me, because my glare makes you weak,” he said as he took a step closer, “weak, you want me to stop because you don’t want to like me” he said getting a step closer. “Or weak, as in you are terrified of me, which I can tell you are”, he kept getting closer every time he spoke. I backed up every time and I soon found myself against the wall. “weak,” he said as he bent down and kissed me. My eyes were wide open, what was that about I wondered?, why did he kiss me?