Chapter 2: The night

After seeing the letter "M" in the foggy mirror I got scared a bit since there was no one else in my house, well my mother but she was asleep, I went to the living room window because from there I had a lot of view towards the neighboring houses to see if I noticed anything suspicious but I couldn't make out anything else except children playing with a ball.

In a way I felt a little relieved afterwards because I thought it was some Loren joke that there was an M on my mirror, but I don't think she is capable enough to play with that. So I took a deep breath and got ready to eat the leftover pizza that was getting cold. I went up to my room and looked in my closet for something to wear, in that regard I was not as selective as certain girls, because I would wear the first thing I found.

So it was, I put on a shirt that was a little below my knees, orange and very soft in texture. I had the habit of making tea at night as they helped my quality of sleep a lot and that night I did need to relax because I had to remember well what had happened to me.

I got ready to go to the kitchen, found a pot to make my tea. I lit some candles with certain scents and sat on the sofa while the water was being heated. I closed my eyes because the truth was that my body felt crushed, so crushed that where it touched me it hurt. At that moment I thought in a funny tone: Couldn't my imagination create these pains or could it?

Maybe Loren did not put much mind to what I spoke to be aware of Davis, because the truth seemed to me to see her very  intrigued  with that... but I'll have time to know all this.

I closed my eyes again, the breeze was falling and I thought it would be very good if it rained, I loved the rain and the sound that the drops make when they hit the ceiling. I had fallen asleep for a few minutes, then I wake up a little scared by the sound of the kettle, that steam coming out of the hole, I got up very quickly to turn off the kitchen because it was very extreme and I believed that everything could catch fire. was nearby.

I searched the shelves for my teas and couldn't find them. How strange, I thought, if only I take that; but lucky that there was still one, so I sat at the breakfast table sipping and doing little neck stretches. I turned off the living room lights, and the candles. I went up to my room between asleep and awake, I saw that in my bed there were certain things for personal use, clothes and others that I could not distinguish much from the dream that I was carrying so I just stretched my arm to throw them on the floor and threw myself on the bed as if it were a huge swimming pool.

The night passed and I was asleep, images that made no sense to me came to my mind, faces in the dark, laughter, crying, sounds like metal instruments and I moved from one end to the other in my bed. Among so many nightmares that I could experience that night I heard a familiar voice but with a distorted sound that said: "Nisha" "Nisha"

God! My heart was beating so hard that I could hear it outside, I felt my throat tighten, it was a sensation like someone was choking me but I couldn't see it, paranoia was taking over me, it was a moment where I had neither The slightest idea of ​​what to do, I just felt like my body was breaking apart and among all this I felt something that fell on my chest, so I screamed:

"Not!"

The door to my room was jerked open and the light was turned on. It was mom.

"What happened? Are you okay?" At that moment I could see that what had fallen on me was my cat.

"I'm fine, nothing happened," I replied. It was just my cat that fell on me, it was sure he was outside and he had just arrived since I left a window open for him.

"What a scare you gave me," Mom replied. "I thought something was happening to you."

"No, mom, go to sleep calmly that nothing happened, it was just a misunderstanding.

"Safe? Last night I found out what happened to the Stuart boy. Max I think his name is. I find it too sad that he committed suicide." Mom walks over to me and sits on the edge of my bed. My cat purred on top of me as he knead my stomach with his two front paws. I think he was hungry. "If you ever feel bad, Nish, I want you to tell me. I know I'm hardly home because I'm always working, but..."

"Mom, I'm fine. If what worries you is suicide, doing it is not in my plans. And Max...

"Max what?"

I hesitated a bit. I had been told that he had committed suicide, I was sure that the police had verified it, or I mean, the coroner. Plus your letter. What would that letter say? But deep down, deep down, I didn't believe it. I tensed involuntarily so I stopped thinking about things that scared me.

"Nothing. You can trust that I'm okay."

She smiles.

"It's okay. But I'm here to talk, okay?" She stands up and goes to the door.

"I know." She gives me one last look and then leaves. In my mind I was grateful that mom had come because the truth was not controlling the situation, so I left on the light of a lamp that I had on the night table, I took my cat and caressed him because he was in a certain way my company and felt more courage.

I looked at the alarm clock and it was 4:00 am, I felt relieved because it was not long before that quite tense night was over. Between caresses and caresses  to my cat I was able to fall asleep and wake up later.