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I was dogmatic that if I didn't take chances, I would starve to hunger until the next day. A drowning man clutches into a straw, Maureen was the only clear shot as far as many things had been considered. Unconsciously I found myself standing in front of her room, yes I was there standing waiting to borrow her jiko, I didn't even consider the aftermath of the same. Standing there undecided, I could some vigorous commotion. After building bridges between my conscience and my soul I decided to knock the door. I was tired of knocking now, inside myself I cursed her, how could she be that arrogant? Couldn't she open at least to who and matter was going on? Every dog has it day I certainly convinced myself.
I was about to leave but I had a premonition that all was not good, sure enough the door had not been locked outside that indicating Maureen was home but some weird was happening, I hadn't see doing her laundry her habit whenever she had no classes. In autonomous reaction I found myself pushing the door, luckily or unluckily the door was not Locked from inside. In a spur of moments I stood they shaking uncontrollably, the deplorable scenario had stroked and dumbfounded me. The grotesque shadow constrained that I was not dreaming. The agonizing pain seemed to make her regret since I could she was trying to rescue herself. In an autopilot I grab a knife from a table beside and cut the rope hunging her, she was too heavy for me that she failed terribly on the floor.
I wondered how fate was funny as I dragged her slowly to one of decorated coaches, trauma had stricken me that I felt very weak, the funny fate one second I borrowing a jiko to make dish and then the other one I am a suicide rescuer. Had I delayed a single second she could have been unconscious or who knows she could be dead, I knew reporting this matter into a police station meant adding salt into malignant wound,