Chapter 2
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Changing the course brings chaos,
Chaos either brings excitement or tension.
Nina
The unstable balance halted my book brainstorming and interest in the Tom and Jerry show.
The irregular beats in the heart and guts were welcomed and some transferred from him. The beats went to my right feet making it shake again and I placed my hand yet it refused to leave.
Distract. Distract.. Distract...
" Call me once you land," Papa hugged warming my heart.
" Don't forget to call us daily," Amma whispered with a thick throat transferring thickness to my throat.
Shallowing the new thickness down the throat while typing Amma's number.
" Amma," I look at the window counting, one, two, three.
" Nina, did you land?" Amma's sound soothes the beats and thickness.
People started to stand on the aisle to take their suitcases. Looking at each of the faces for one, two, three.
" Yeah, the doors haven't opened yet," My special tone for Amma said.
" Good, what did you buy from the duty-free?"
My palm was pierced by nails punishing me as I looked at my glow-in-dark sneakers confessing,
" I forgot,"
" Oh, it's fine. Did you eat the flight food? What was it?" My nails relax at Amma's words, lifting my head to look back at the window.
" I wasn't hungry or now," I whispered noticing the germs of his have risen the same as his heart beats rises.
" Be careful taking your suitcases...," I assured Amma reminding her,
" People will help me, Amma. They always do,"
" I know... Be nice with Geeta's brother. Don't vain your anger of hers on him," Amma advises sternly stiffening him as a statue.
"I won't give any attention to him, " I said shifting to Tamil noticing he could hear my talk.
" Tell me right away if he troubles you. I didn't know he was going otherwise your Papa or I would have gone with you,"
" Amma, the door has opened. I will call you later," I explained as people rusted out as if their lives were in danger.
" What's your suitcase colour?" He asked in poor English in an Indian typical accent.
" Blue," I said walking to the door giving a one-second smile to the air hostess and then looking back at the surroundings.
His presence behind me trying to transfer his germs of happiness. I walked faster.
" Ignoring him won't help in this mission," Eve commented after being dead for hours.
" Welcome back to living," I thought back catching my name written on the board.
As per unwritten rules, the men who worked for the council wore black.
Black indicates danger, dark and dominate in books. My book may focus on black.
" Miss Nina, I am Rishab. I'm in charge of the head for your and sir's security, " The man introduces giving his hand to shake.
" I know," I place my hands in my linen pocket looking at his eyes of awkwardness for one, two, three.
Then I scanned other security men's faces for one, two, three while Rishab talked to him.
He successfully transferred his germs to everyone relaxing the security men a bit.
" He has a name, Nina," Eve barks like the sister of justice.
Eve growls failing to shiver my spine.
He is poor. Brother of evil. Just a mere pawn. He is the only brother of three sisters...
Only, poor, pawn. Only, poor, pawn. Peccabe, penniless, pawn. Peccable poorly-placed pawn aka 3Ps.
That's his name, 3Ps.
" You are unbelievable, " Eve snarled.
3Ps, 3Ps, 3Ps.
It's a catching chant compatible with 3 pieces.
I chant till I sit in a black BMW car.
Maybe this is a sign of using black in my story. Black is confirmed.
Singing along with the radio songs in my heart, I kept looking around refusing to focus on one. That will give me car sickness.
The car entered the cottage villa, I walked inside to find a line of servants standing in an attention matter.
" These are the servant...," I stared at Rishab for one, two, three.
" I don't want to see their faces again. Make sure all the work is done before I wake up or come back from work," I looked at each of the seven workers' faces for one, two, three.
" Where is the master bedroom?" I looked at Rishab who pointed the direction and I walked away before he could say a word.
The exterior, interior, furniture and painting are modern. A minimal simplistic interior gives a clean and fresh energy.
It's making my beats go wild, itching my skin.
" It's new and nice, Nina," Eve purrs.
" No! It's not nice or new. It's blank like canvas. Lack of concepts or consolation," I thought back at Eve controlling my scream.
Entering the bathroom, shining with white marble tile filled from wall to floor. I waited for my bag carried into my room.
Take a clean, folded, comfortable clothes out. To take a quick wash.
Standing in front of the mirror reflects my body less and my tattoos more. I traced my tattoos lightly and slowly as my claws extended.
Slowly scratching the surface of my stomach skin into stabbing sending shivers to my spine in pain.
I choke on blood for air as I feel twitching on the cold floor. Pulling my hand away, I feel the muscles repairing, fixing the damages that don't exist anymore.
The hair on my neck raised shaking my body till I remembered germs crawling on my body from an unfamiliar floor.
I crawled hurriedly towards the shower, turning the water on in full heat. The smoke of heat warms me inside and out.
Wash the germs away before the sister of justice speaks.
" How can you lay down on a BATHROOM FLOOR?" She shirked with her fingers curled in disgust right in front of her face.
" Asha is right, Nina. Who knows how clean the bathroom floors are?" Amma said.
Distract. Distract.. Distract...
Scrub the skin hard, Scrub the skin hard, Scrub the skin hard!
" Why are scrubbing your skin hard? It's bad for your skin and it causes acne," She shouted loudly in horror.
" Look, Nina, if you don't want people to know anything about your mental health. You have to look normal like the majority of the people. Your expression, your words, your clothes and your behaviour have to match the majority of people," Papa said sternly.
They are not real. They are not real. They are not real.
Distract. Distract...Distract.
I will write a mafia love story.
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