The Last Person I Would Fall in Love With

Chapter 3

I wake up when I feel a cold wet sensation on my forehead and open my eyes to see an unfamiliar roof above me. I notice that there's a leak in the roof right above me, and now my face is all wet.

I try and move my neck upright and groan at the stiffness in it. That's going to be there for a while, I can't even give myself a massage.

Across the room I see a long-haired cat glaring at me. Woah that thing's huge, might as well be a dog, but why's it looking at me like it wants me to be brutally tortured? Reminds me of a certain someone.

The cat meows and a few seconds later a little piece of shit walks through the door, "You're awake."

"No shit Sherlock," I could strangle him. "Hey, can you move me, I'm getting wet here," I nod up to the constant dripping on my head.

The Cresit, who had sat down and started to peel potatoes, looks up at the leak and then back down, "Why should I?"

That fucker. "So I don't catch a cold?"

The Cresit snickers, "You can get sick, I won't care."

"Okay, but if I get sick I'm not the one that's going to have to clean my runny nose," the Cresit looks up at me, "I got no hands."

"It's fine, you won't live that long anyways," the Cresit says in a quiet voice and then returns to peeling with his knife.

Right, I had almost forgotten, I don't have a lot of time left. It's already morning and yet no one has come for me. My chest tightens.

No, it's no use, if someone were coming to save me they would be here by now. So that means...I'm really on my own now. No, I always have been.

"Why haven't you killed me yet?" I asked which made the Cresit pause.

"Why are you asking questions like that, do you want me to kill you?"

"Of course not," I sighed. "But if you're gonna kill me you might as well do it now, I don't want to die with shit in my pants," I seriously do need to take fat shit soon and there's no way he's untying me.

The Cresit held my gaze for a long moment, "I'm the one who chooses when you die, when I want you dead, you'll die."

"What kind of wishy-washy attitude is that?" I groan, "When you say you're going to kill someone, you have to go through with it," I can't believe I'm the one who has to teach him this, he's like a little kid.

He glares at me, "Shut the fuck up before I make you shut the fuck up."

I sigh again, "This is exactly what I mean, you talk so rudely to me, you keep saying that you're gonna 'kill me' but you don't actually do it," our eyes meet after having a bit of a staring contest I gasp, "Wait, don't tell me you're like some sort of pacifist or something."

The Cresit rolls his eyes, "Would a pacifist really kidnap someone and threaten to kill them?"

I shrug, "Maybe? I don't know, I don't really like to get involved with that kind."

"So I guess you're into violence?"

"Aw heck yeah, I love all of it, fighting, shooting, stabbing, OH, I've never tried throwing a bomb but it'd be sick if I ever did."

"You'd probably just end up blowing yourself up."

"How? You just pull the ring and chuck it, it's not that hard, only an idiot could mess that up."

The Cresit stared at me wordlessly and rolled his eyes.

"Hey, I don't like your attitude."

"Well I don't like looking at your face, yet here we are."