Chapter 18
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"Just now" she replies.
"Did you listen to my conversation?"
" Oh no just heard the name Ben, your new boyfriend?"
" Oh no, not a new boyfriend, just someone I know, he is really good, really kind, you know. I feel something is not right about him, Believe me I know what is best" Cynthia replies.
"Okay, no problem let's just go back to the rest Cynthia says,
Mary crunchesss up her face in fake sympathy "oh Cynthia, Cynthia, Cynthia I am really sorry I have not been there for you.
Cynthia looks at her "Martha!" in surprise "are you sure you are alright" To Cynthia, she seems to be acting strange. "Did you drink?"
Mary replies "yes I did have a few drinks" But that was true; Mary downed herself in drinks because she had to take the life of someone tonight it was so much emotions for her. Mary then says to her "it's time we call it a night".
"Martha I guess you are right perhaps you should get a rest". Cynthia responds.
Mary reaches into her bag picks up her phone and calls her driver Moses. "Moses could you please come pick me up in front of the shopping mall, please be quick, thanks". She then moved a little towards her other friends exchanging side hugs and fake air kisses. It was a pleasant and unnecessary kindness that had to be done.
Few seconds later Moses appears with her car. She steps into it the car. Few minutes into the drive and she gives a long sigh. The Moses asks, "are you okay Miss Martha?"
" Yeah just that my head hurts, I think I had so much to drink but a quick sleep will get this done and over with".
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Mary wakes up in the morning with a hung over,it was a bright Sunny day, just them Mary realizes that she had to attend lectures her head hurts a lot. She gets up from her bed and steps down stairs into her kitchen, she opens her kitchen cabinet at the left hand side to get the first aid box. She always made sure she had them at the kitchen and the toilet in her room. It was for easy access. She quickly takes pain killers then began to prepare herself a cup of coffee. Just then the activities of last night began to flood to her brain but not all of it. She kept asking herself what happened the rest of the night, she only remembers they went shopping. Whose name did she call last night? She couldn't remember. I would ask Night cross whose name I called last night. She went into her room to get ready for school. An hour and thirty minutes later Mary is ready to go to school. She leaves the front door making sure to lock it then steps into her car as her driver Moses was waiting to give her a ride to school.
The first lecture passes by and she does not seem to concentrate I any of it she kept trying to remember whose name she had called last night. The second lecture began, but she was getting so impatient that the lecturer was not who she was hoping to see. For the first time she wanted to see and speak with night cross. The second lecture seems to take too long, it felt like forever. Her attention was still lacking, she couldn't seem to stop thinking about whose name she had called last night. And then it was time for the third lecture and the person she so much wanted to see came in looking dashing as always. But in his usual free daring nature. He was wearing a black shirt that seems to hug his perfect body and tight suit trousers that fit just in the right places.
He never looked her way. The lecture dragged on for a while. She never paid attention to what he was saying but urgently wanted to know whose name she had called last night. Even after lectures came to an end he paid Mary no attention. Mary decided she was going after him to know who she had picked. As she chased after him so many people seems to bump into her. She thought to herself why are they so many people than usual? She was close to getting to him, but just as she was about to he disappears, she sighed in frustration. Who did she choose last night? How was she going to survive from all this guilt eating up into her?
Later on Mary went back home. She had to relax. She thought to herself that Yoga was going to do the trick. She gets dresses goes into her gym room and plays soothing music to help while she took her yoga posses. She started with the Sukhasana also called the easy pose to give her desired comfort, it also gives spiritual bliss. It seems not work so she transcends to the Bhujangasana also known as the cobra pose, she then move with grace into the hadrasana also known as the warrior one pose.
She stopped because it felt like a failed activity with no help to calm her. Then as she heads out of the house to take a walk she looks across to see a lady coughing with so much energy that it felt like she would cough out her organs, she then looked at the blond hair. She looked familiar. Mary moves a little closer to realize that it was Cynthia, she saw her cough again and threw in tissues filled with blood into the bin.
Mary moves to her and asks, "Cynthia what is the matter?",
Cynthia quickly coves her mouth, oh Martha is that you, "I am doing just fine, it seems like you are going for a walk and you seem to be dresses for yoga, oh yes I just did some yoga but decided to go for a walk as well".
"Are you sure you are alright?"
"Yes, Martha I am alright why not- you know what, I need to leave right now I have so many things to get done"
She scurried away, Mary looks down to see tissues filled with blood in the bin. A sudden flashback comes into her mind as she remembers a blue eye, does blue eyes which belong to Cynthia and suddenly she remembers she called her name three times. Mary covers her mouth with her hands as the horror fills her body, she felt like a monster. Sweats begin to drip from her forehead as she began to shake; Cynthia would be no more.
