I kept pacing hither and thither at the bus-station.

I have no plan, which is ok. I have no place to go to, which is ok. My stomach is grumbling, which is ok. I might get killed in this runaway game, which is ok. I didn't have my charger and

That is not ok.

The fact that I had forgotten my charger was more horrifying than my roommate's death.

I might as well kill myself, as I forgot to carry the life of my phone, I might turn into a ghost and haunt people, sounds like an amusing job.

I paced around, even more, swifter, I needed to let it all out, the anger, the frustration and disappointment were clouding up my mind like thick mist covering the deepest corners of the dark woods and I couldn't think straight. Going back to fetch my charger would be equal to jumping off a cliff,

Why? Why? Why?

Why did I leave my charger! I checked my phone's battery, and for the first time on that day, I felt hope amidst the witching hour, my phone's battery showed 85%.

The bus had a broad whiteboard placed at the top end, in big black numbers that read 304 arrived, it was a relief to see that number. I have travelled in it a lot of times and was familiar with the routes.

I boarded in and saw that there were no passengers at all, silly me it was past five what did I expect. I sat by the third seat towards the left and opened the window to let in the morning breeze carry away some of my miseries.

The cold breeze gently caressed my cheeks; the strong current that glided through the wind moistened my eyes, it reminded me of someone so special I wished she was here with me right now.

***

"You did well Nut I didn't know you had it in you." Bethany sipped in her brewing coffee as we stepped out from our college campus.

"You are so mean Bet you tried to kill me." I scoffed and stood behind her, crossed my arms across my chest, attempting to look mad. Bethany smiled at the audacity of all of this, she marched towards me and wrapped her arms around me, dragging me to walk forward.

"You know it was just an act right?" She placed her cup of coffee against my lips, forcing me to drink, while I kept shaking my neck east to west and ended up spilling coffee all over my top.

"Stop it Bet, I wouldn't kill you even it was for an act." I said. Bethany gave out a half-hearted smile like my dad would whenever he sees my report card.

***

"I don't kill people"

That came out louder than I thought it would, the conductor came to me and enquired if everything was fine and whether I needed something. I shook my head as tears voluntarily glided down my face and I took a ticket for Richmond Circle.

It might as well be nice to wander around my college premises, some of my most beautiful memories dwell there, who knows I might not live long enough to revisit these areas.

I must talk to Bet right now she would be my candle during this Cimmerian shade. But, then an instinct hits in what if my family tracked my calls and found out where I was. That's how they show in movies, and I have seen quite a lot of dramatic movies to know calling anyone at all at this point would be similar to walking on fire. A smirk spread over my face at the fact that Movies were helping me out instead of my studies. I must think smarter than a fox.

My family is screwed up crazily they would do anything for Joy.