REFLECT
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"Thank you so much Mr Johnson."
"Anytime."
"Would you like to join me for some tea inside?" I kindly ask.
"I would love to if it's not too much of a burden on you."
"It definitely won't be." I say and go into the kitchen to prepare some tea for him.
I decide to make coffee for myself and as I'm doing this, Kyle's face keeps crossing my mind. It's been four days since I last saw him. Ever since our little chat last time, he hasn't resurfaced. I continue to pray for him every night before I go to sleep but he never comes back. I now regret asking him about his death.
"You know this is a bad idea right?" I hear from behind.
When I turn around, I lock eyes with Kyle.
"Kyle." I say his name in a whisper.
"That man. He's not good company." He says without looking at me.
"He doesn't seem so bad. Mr Patrick told me that Mr Johnson is nicest gardener I'll ever meet." I say while pouring the hot water into two cups.
"I don't care. I want him out."
"That's not nice. I can't just tell him to.... "
"Mia?"
"Yes Mr Johnson?" I quickly answer.
"Who are you talking to?" He asks.
"I'm talking to... "
"He can't see or hear me." Kyle cuts me off.
"I'm talking to..... Myself." I smile.
Mr Johnson smiles and stands beside me by the counter.
"Need any help?" He asks.
"Actually I'm almost done. I can handle things here." I politely decline.
"Oh now don't be so stiff, let me help." He insists.
I decide not to argue with him and just let him help. I let him help me make the sandwiches
When we're done I clear up the counter and pull out two chairs for us. We sit down and start eating in silence. Kyle left the room as we sat down.
I take a bite of the sandwich Mr Johnson made and actually smile.
"This is actually really good." I say and take another bite.
"If you think that's good then try mine." He says and stands up.
He takes out a piece of his sandwich and comes over to me.
"Open wide." He says.
At first I find this weird and quite uncomfortable but I still decide to open my mouth.
He feeds me and as I bite down on the piece, his hand finds its way down my back. I flinch from this sudden feel and instinctively move away.
"Mr Johnson?" I speak up and he simply smiles at me.
"Now don't be like that, it's just a little pat on the back." He says and moves closer to me.
This time I feel scared. Something about his smile seems creepy. I stand up and as I'm about to excuse myself he speaks to me.
"How about a little hug before I leave?" He says and I back away from him.
"Are you scared? Don't be." He says and grabs me by the hand forcefully pulling me to him.
"Let me go Mr Johnson!" I yell.
"Why would I do that? A beautiful woman like you shouldn't even be alone in a house like this." He wraps an arm around my waist and I start pushing him away but his grip around me is too tight.
"How about a kiss?" He asks with a devilish smile and starts to lean in to kiss me.
"No!" I scream and the next moment, a glass hits Mr Johnson's head.
It falls to the floor and shatters into many pieces. He groans in pain and let's go of me to tend to his injured head. I look to the counter where the glass was and see Kyle there with a look of disgust on his face. The next instant, a broom comes floating to me and I grab it.
"Use that now!" Kyle shouts and I start swinging the broom violently at Mr Johnson.
He screams in pain and starts running out of the house.
"Stupid girl!" He shouts before riding off on his bicycle.
Behind me, Kyle starts laughing hysterically.
"What a useless piece of scum." He says as he laughs.
On the other hand, I'm completely traumatized and I can't speak. I walk back into the house and lock the door behind me.
I clean up the shards of glass in the kitchen and dispose of them.
As I do all of this, Kyle comes into the kitchen and stares at me for some time.
"You okay?" He asks.
"Yeah." I quickly answer without looking at him.
When I'm done clearing up everything that was used, I go into the bathroom and lock the door. Quickly undressing, I throw myself into the shower and turn on the coldest setting of water. I break down and let the water run down my body as I break into tears.
"Stupid, naive girl." I say to myself and slide down to the floor as the water continues to hit my body.
Kyle's Point Of View (POV)
She cleans up the broken glass and clears the dishes.
"You okay?" I ask.
"Yeah." She quickly answers.
When she's done clearing everything, she runs into the bathroom and locks the door.
After a while, I hear the shower running and even though the water drowns out any other sounds from the inside, I still hear her soft sobs.
I know she's not okay but I'm not going to be some weirdo and just barge in there.
"Stupid, naive girl." I hear her say.
I actually feel bad for her now. She wasn't really herself these past days and I'm pretty sure it's because I left her hanging when she asked me how I died.
I couldn't do it. Not again. I couldn't let her know. If I did then I would just be trusting another human. I can't let that happen again. It's what got me killed in the first place. But, why does it feel like she's different?
We both have past memories that left us changed. We all do, we just mask the pain of those memories with a smile.
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