Are You Human

Again!

My eyes widen in realization. It is not a mosquito bite. My face pales as realization dawns on me.

I look at myself in the mirror. Everything is same. Same black hair with red stripes that reaches just my shoulders, dull green eyes, pale complexion. Nothing changed in 4 years except this . This mark, this angry mark on my neck which looks like a hickey. I am sure, it is hickey but as I am going to accept it. Ha ...

This makes no sense. I have no boyfriend, no secret admirer, nothing Nada. Then how this mark comes here. I keep my door locked at night. Why hadn't I even felt anything if someone was giving me hickey. No one knows me. I don't make friends. I don't talk to strangers, then why?

Tears start to burn my eyes and flow down my cheeks. I am scared. First, when I got it yesterday, I thought it was a mosquito bite but now there is another. And why the hell does this mosquito will only attack my neck? There is someone.

Oh God! Please help me.

I hear my phone rings in the background. I wipe my cheeks and move out of the bathroom and into my room. I go straight into the search mission of my phone. I am not a social person, I use my phone for just important things which include making the important calls to clients and attending important calls from clients. Typical.

"Hello. Alex speaking. " I say in professional tone even though my voice sounds gruff and scratchy.

No reply. I wait for another 10 seconds, counting on my fingertips and then hung up,sighing.

I have to go to work. I have been working as an event manager for this company for 2 years. I am well paid and I enjoy my job. With that, I start to get ready.

After exact 30 minutes, I got ready in a white button-up shirt tuck under my jeans. No makeup just a little bit of gloss.I move out of my apartment lock the door behind me and make my way towards my car, Audi R8.

Had I mentioned that I am well paid? I get in my car, look in the rearview mirror to make sure this

hicke y is hidden securely. Yup, all set. With that, I make my way towards my job place.

~Unknown P.O.V:

I watch her as she drives away. I also catch a glimpse of how she was trying to hide the mark. I tighten my hold on the steering wheel of my car, she didn't have to hide it. I want everybody to see that she is taken and is mine.

Yes. I am the one who has given her this hickey and also the one before that. I chuckle at that.

But I can't help it, she looks so inviting when she is asleep in her bed. How I control myself only I can tell that. But once I have her in my grasp and wrap around my finger, I won't control and hold myself back.

When I first saw her, I wanted to take her that instant but I also wanted to play a little game. A game, I'm sure we will both going to enjoy. Just a few more days, then I'll take you.

You are mine and always will b e. I smile at this thought.

~ALEXANDRA P.O.V :

I make my way inside the building, giving a few nods here and there, moving to my office room and consume myself in my work.

Around noon, someone knocks at my door, I say a low 'come in ', hoping the person, whoever is, behind the door, doesn't hear it and go away but unfortunately they heard and entered.

"Hey, Alex.." Justin, my co-manager says, smiling.

"Hello, Justin. What brings you here?" Straight to the point. I like to be alone. No hanging around. He had asked me twice on a date. One time, each year. I think, for as long as I am here, he will be going to ask me every year on dates.

I smile mentally at that thought.

He is a nice guy, of my age. Brown hairs, black eyes, tan skin with biceps and abs. But I don't want to be in a relationship because it would only lead to people leaving me.

"It's lunchtime. Wanna go out to eat? With me?" He asks pleadingly. I sigh.

I sigh a lot.

"It is not possible for me, as you can see the amount of work I have on my desk." I reply, honestly. I don't go on a date but we sometimes go out to eat for lunch only. He is the only person who I am comfortable with.

"Please come. Boss won't fire you if you give the report, late, as you are her favorite." He rolls his eyes at me.

What he said, is true. My boss, Susan loves me a lot because I always do my work in time, don't do gossiping around and mind my own business. She values hard worker but I am not a hard worker, I just don't socialize benefiting me in doing my work in time.

"Fine." I give up and we make our way toward a cafe which is opposite of our building. Justin went to order, while I saved a table for us beside the glass wall of the cafe, from here we can see a small park.

I start to have a weird feeling of someone watching me, then I remember about the hickey. I look around in a panic.

Are they here? Is the same person watching me?

I notice someone outside the glass wall, leaning against the tree in the park. It's a guy. His hoodie is covering his face but it feels like he is looking at me. His hands are clenched tightly in fists. Is he-

"Is everything alright?" I hear Justin asking me which brought me out of my thoughts. I look at him.

"Yeah, everything is alright.."

"You sure? You look kind of pale. Even though you are already pale but you look paler." He laughs at his own words. I narrow my eyes at him and put a finger in front of his face and say,

"Fuck off". He starts to laugh, loudly. Yeah laugh all you want, people will think you are crazy.

I ignore him and start to eat my lunch after daring to look outside again to find no one there.

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I turn the key in the lock of the door and enter my apartment to find it empty as always. I move my way towards the couch, put my bag down and lean back. I live alone.

My grandma died 3 years ago, leaving me alone in this world where I don't have anyone. My college friends are busy in their lives and nowhere to be found. Or you can say I am nowhere to be found, I humorlessly chuckle. And he never came back. Xander ..

My heart feels heavy just by thinking about him. The pain is still there. They say time heals the wound. But time not even heal my wound, it even makes my heart void of any feelings.

The first year without him was like walking on pieces of broken glass, I cried and cried and cried, he was my everything but my grandma was there to hold me. I had waited for him every single day.

Every fucking day.

But he never came back.

When grandma died, I lost all my hope. Hope can only keep you going but to accept your reality helps you in surviving.

I survived.

After one year of grandma death, I changed the country, went with the name Alex, cut my hairs short, stripes my hair red. I changed, now I don't feel anything.

I shook my head to get rid of these thoughts and make myself dinner and get ready for bed before making sure every window and the door are locked but I don't dare to sleep, I am scared. I want to know if the person is going to come again. But I am hell tired.

I put my face in the pillow my hands beneath the pillow. I wait, my heart beating wildly. Time passes but nothing happened.

I am already drifting into deep sleep when I hear a low sound of the window opening, in my sleepy state.

I try to move but my body feels heavy and without any warning, the sleep pulls me in it's embrace.

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TBC...