Your Hate is Love

I ran, nonstop. Not even caring If I'm breathing. Those three winged creatures, if they caught up to be, I'm dead. I looked back and noticed they had stopped in pursuit and just stared at me languidly. Their heads were as big as two melon, such large horrendous heads. Their dark wings consisted of red stripes. I need to get away from this fucked up place. I looked ahead and saw a mist.

"Run to the mist," a voice in my head urged. I stare at the mist. What would be waiting for me in that place. I stare back at those creatures, whatever it was, it'd be better than being eaten alive by this horrendous looking animals. I start to run towards the mist, but the more I ran, it seems to back away.

Suddenly, I felt a great amount of pain. I looked up and see one of the winged creatures, flapping it wings and staring at me. Blood on his teeth. He smiled and I screamed, the pain seemingly to get effect then. Something weird happens. The mist turns and stare at me. In a blink of an eye, it swallows me whole.

*****

"Ñot that damn dream again," I mutter to myself, rubbing my hands on my face. I looked around my small room, the one my best friend tags as a rathole due to the fact that I won't let her get me a better house.

Most times, I think the world is all out to get me. Something good happens in my life, then a multitude of really bad things follows. I scan the ceiling, my legs afloat perhaps the answer to all my problems were inscribed there, hidden, but still there. Mum has cancer, Stefan got into an accident and Rita is in Rehab.

The clock strikes 2pm. "Shit." I'm late for work and might possibly get fired today. Hopkins might probably sew me inside out with his rage. I dressed as fast as I could. Peeking into the fridge to see if there was something eatable in there. Nothing. Not even some fruits.

I hop on my motorcycle. Probably the only thing left that I've not sold for cheap. I remember when Rita came here last summer in the middle of the night, screaming at me to sell the Honda 360 and give her money for some molly. I told her to go to hell.

*******

"Late again,Darlene." Mr Hopkins says, drawling my name.

"I'm sorry Chief. The traffic out there is horrible." Truth.

"Of course. It only becomes horrible when Darlene has to go to work." Many of my colleagues snickered. This man is such a squidward. I stood there, ready for the verbal attack that I had expected. "What are you doing standing there like that? Get to work," He hisses at me. No degrading today? Thank the gods.

I walked as fast as my legs could carry and began folding the laundry already kept for me. It was stacked high, like a tower of some sort.I had no damn idea when I would get off from work today.

I spend the rest of my work hours with Racheal telling me how her fiancé proposed to her. A story that I would die not to hear the details of it.

A text message came in, from Irene asking me to join in some party her and her boyfriend, Dawson were attending. I'm about to decline when another text came from her telling me not to dare say no.

Irene and her man came to my house to pick me up, I say a quick hi to him and got into the backseat. I and Dawson don't click because I think he's a handsome doofus and we'll...I don't know what he thinks of me and I'm clearly not eager to find out. I let myself worry about who and who would attend the party. It's just a college party, that's what Irene implored. A college that I had dropped out of months ago.

"We are here, ladies," Dawson says, probing my thoughts. I get out of the car and...the party is in a club.

I poked Irene as she walks hands in hands with Dawson. "You didn't tell me the party is in a fucking club."

"Well Surprise," She whispers back. I suddenly had the urge to slap the back of her head.

****

The place was lively and bubbly, I'd sighted ex-coursemates and we had simply just Hi - ed each other. Irene drags me to her group of friends who had been my group of friends some months ago, but I'd shut them out due to my eternal crisis. We talked and laugh, with me changing the subject when someone had the lowest EQ to ask why I'd dropped out.

Irene came up to me, "Don't panic. Sam is here," What? I whipped my head at her. "I swear, I didn't know...if you wanna leave, I'd create a distr–"

"No," I cut her off. "I'm tired of running." Sam is an ex, my ex boyfriend who is the world's biggest narcissist and manipulator. Good news is that I got away from him successfully and the bad news is...

"Well, well, well..." He approaches us smiling, his dirty brown hair, a mess like he just had a quickie in some place. "Elena, you're an extremely hard woman to find." Irene gris my hand, I removed it from her grip.

"What do you want Sam?" I asked, my chin raised high. I saw his face turn slack.

"You left." That's what he said. "We could have sort out our differences," he came closer. "I love you..."

I shrug, his eyes lit up in anger as he closes in menacingly on me. "You got a guy?" He whispers. I don't answer. "Well, he isn't like me, you won't find nobody like me. And, you still have feelings for me, Darlene. " He drawls. "You're like an open book and whoever that guy is, he doesn't give great sex like I do. He doesn't know you like I do."

"Fuck off, Sam."

He chuckles. "I will, I will" his tone turns vicious, "but I'll be back. You're mine, Darlene. Whether you like it or not."

And the bad news is, I'm still in love with him.