Overwhelming Pain

Chapter 15

Trinette

"Your name is Pain?" I asked while sitting on the bed, facing Pain while he's trying to chew on the food that is served as his breakfast. Looking at him chewing on it, it's obvious that he doesn't have any clue on what he's doing. It is very confusing. He looks old enough but he seems clueless while eating. It's like it's his first time to eat.

"Yes," he answered, his tone of voice changed after I explained to him a while ago on how to chew.

"It's fascinating how a fragment in my main hole of this body serves as a cutting instrument for this edible item called food and how this item automatically falls down to the long tube of my body then down to the rest of it." He explained joyfully to himself while pointing first on his teeth, then on his mouth and then on his throat.

Fragments of his body that serves as cutting instrument... does he mean his teeth?

Long tube... throat?

Main hole... mouth?

The way he identify his body parts are weird.

"The way you talk is weird," I said while looking at him. I watched his adam's apple moving as he slowly swallows his food. "Weird?" he asked, obviously clueless on what's weird since I noticed that he uses deep formal words.

"Unusual." I answered with a concise word. His mouth opened in an "Ah," then he nodded.

"Pain," I called out. He looked at me while he's still trying to chew his food. "Yes?"

"What are you?" I asked.

I stare in his eyes as he stares at mine as well. I can't really tell what he's feeling right now since I don't understand the expression on his face. He just looks at me blankly but its obvious that he's thinking on what to answer at this moment. He's odd. Very much. He doesn't know things that a normal person should know.

"Pardon?" he speaks too formally. Is he from another timeline? "What are you?" I repeated. Maybe... around 60's century perhaps?

No. That can't be it. Every people knows what a food is. Unless he came from a timeline where food haven't existed yet.

Who am I even kidding?! Even during the time of Adam and Eva, food is already there!

"So?" I raised my eyebrow as I realized I've been waiting for what seems to be two minutes for his answer.

He blinks his eyes. I knitted my eyebrows. I suddenly heard him breathing heavily then saw his adam's apple move again as he gulps. He looks tensed.

"Why would you ask an obvious question?" he replied with a question. All of the sudden the tensed expression on his was replaced into a calm and unbothered one in a split second. What—

"I asked you first," I folded my legs as I did an Indian squat on the bed while facing him. I crossed my arms. "So don't reply with another question and answer." I continued.

"I'm a human."

I'm quite disappointed.

He didn't showed any hint of worried expression or gesture the second time he answered. Well he didn't showed too much emotions at first as well but he showed none when he answered again. Odd.

I tilted my head. "Are you?"

"I am."

He answered directly. Why am I slightly annoyed with this? I'm sure he's not a human. Why are his answers like this?

"What makes you say so?" still crossing my arms, I asked.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"I told you to not reply with a question when I'm asking."

"I don't recall you saying that." He said. I raised an eyebrow.

"I said that,"

"Maybe you did, but you never told me that it requires in general." He shots back. I can feel smoke coming out from both my ears and nose. He's more annoying than Marvin.

"I am a human with fragments that forms a human." He said.

I scoffed. What kind of human talks like that?

"Is that so?"

Alright, let's cut the chase.

"Where are you from?" I asked. He stared at me. I bet he's thinking on what to reply.

"I am not sure..." He answered. For a second I feel a little bit of victory since my thought of him that he's not a human has been supported.

But what if he has amnesia?

"Do you.." I blinked and paused for a second, thinking of possibilities. "...have a family?" I asked.

He stared at me, like how he did when he first gazed on the food.

"What is family?"

He asked. For a moment my heart shattered. My ears are hearing a somewhat distorted deep echo. I don't know what's happening but everything around me turned dark. It's like the brightness in my eyes have been adjusted to low.

I don't know why but somehow it reminded me of how I was once when I first spent the night at my aunt's. That person that said she's from a government told me that my aunt is family— that's why I need to go with her.

The police did not do anything to find my father. It's like they just let it all slide. It's like they don't give a damn. They're useless. I hate them.

They said first times are nice for reminiscing and lessons.

I've experienced first times in my aunt's. Worst ones. The very first time I felt someone slap my skin. The very first time that someone smacked my head. Wounded my skin. Wounded my mind. Wounded my heart with pain. I can still remember on how I sit in the corner of my room, silently sobbing as I keep on muttering the same question.

What is family?

If my aunt is family, why was she being mean to me? Why did she laid a hand on me? Why doesn't she loves me?

"I—" I flinched as I suddenly felt someone touching my cheek while I was drowning in my own thoughts.

I looked at him and saw him cupping my cheek with his one hand, I felt his thumb wiping something off of my cheek. I stared at him cluelessly. What is he doing?

"There's a liquid sliding down from your optic." He said, staring at me, right in the eyes.

He's very weird.