MORTUUS

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

He studied my face and then moved away from me and towards the direction of a table that was just a few feet away from where I sat. It was easy to notice that, unlike Karen's workspace room, his was filled with a lot of equipment and I didn't know any of them.

He looked at the table for a little while then glanced at me and then he came back and just pushed my chair towards the table. Yeah, the chair had tires but I expected him to have a bit of a hard time but he pushed me easier than I thought.

"So I'm thinking, I'll just like cover the tiny holes with some fake skin and that should like do the trick." He said and I nodded accordingly not knowing how to react to this piece of information, I had absolutely no clue what he was talking about.

I wasn't the best at make-up and I sure as hell didn't have much interest in those things. The best I could do was apply lipstick and eyeliner, my friends did say I could drag one mean line.

I smiled weakly as I thought of friends. I didn't have much but I had my ride-or-die b***h and I wished I could have seen her one last time before I left. I hoped she was doing well, I also hoped she would cry hard when she finds out I'm not coming back and I hoped she would miss me as I missed her.

I also wanted someone else to cry really hard but that wasn't a place I wanted to go just yet and even though I blamed him for dragging me into this I didn't want to dwell too much on the matter just yet.

In a bid to not think about how my life would have been at the moment if my dad had just kept to his word and had returned home early, I returned my attention to Melvin who was still blabbing all by himself. At this point, I had discovered that he neither needed nor wanted a response from me unless of course, he asked me a direct question.

"The marks are mostly on your cheekbones, the left side has about four… I am guessing he held you like this." He said, suddenly grabbing my face like the Rabid Zombie had except there was no pain.

I nodded, finding it a little difficult to talk but because he was holding my face but because I was reliving the incident that had ended my life.

He released my face as soon as he got his affirmation. "Sorry," he apologized and I wasn't sure what his apology was for. "Two on the left side are deep, while the remaining two aren't. The fourth is basically nonexistent and I probably wouldn't have to cover that up." He continued his monologue.

"However, the only one on the right cheek is disastrous and I am afraid I probably won't be able to do a good job but I'll do my very best." He gave me a reassuring smile at his words and I cannot help but smile back even though I have to make a conscious effort to get my face to move.