As Black As My Soul

I mulled over it for almost ten minutes.

'Am I the strong person or do I want to leave the bathroom with HIS help? Is my pride more important than my fear?'

I decided to ask for his help although it wouldn't match my scheme but I didn't care. I first banged carefully and called silently for help. He didn't respond. Shit, what if he already left?! Because of my dumb attitude, nobody can help me now. I thumped the door harder and started to scream.

"Rosalie"?

I startled. Why did he know my name when I didn't know his name? I probably told him everything with all the alcohol. My whole story, now he knows everything I tried to hide!

"Hello? Are you in there? Can I help you? You have to answer me! Is something wrong?", he yelled and it almost sounded reproachfully.

"Uhm... Yes, I'm here. I... uhh... I locked the door and now I can't open it, the key is stuck... And I think I have claustrophobia so I'm kind of scared."

"And you want me to help you?", he said mockingly.

"Isn't that obvious?" I tried to minimize the harsh undertone. After all, he had to help me. But I knew it was absurd to believe he'd do so. I mean, I'm speaking here with Mr.-

"Okay, I help you."

Whoah, okay, I wasn't expecting that.

"Is the key still in the keyhole?"

"Well, of course. I can't move it!"

Dumb question.

"Well, avoid to stand right in front of the door."

Suddenly the door came up to me and before I could manage to step aside I laid on the floor, on top of me the door. I sucked in the air through my teeth and tried to cool down. His purpose was to help me, not to hurt me! I held the door high enough to crawl away. He showed me a lopsided grin that said: 'I told you!'

I looked him dead in the eye an shoved him away, just to smell the next catastrophy. It smelled like there was something... BURNING! I rushed into the kitchen and put the pan in the sink. Shit! I told him to make himself an egg and now it's my fault that he had to help me and couldn't pay attention to whatever was cooking on the stove because you defenitely couln't identify it anymore.

I felt the tears watering my eyes and screamed. I rummaged around in the fridge for an ice pack. I even burnt my fingers while saving my home from burning down. Why did all the bad stuff always happen to me? I herd footsteps behind me and turned around.

"Leave!", I whispered.

"A thank you would be appropriate."

A bit anger was in his expression, as he turned on his heel an left.

Finally!

Notes

It's been a long time, but here's the next chapter.

Enjoy!<3