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Here is the fifth chapter in this terrible story that makes people want to bludgeon their friends with heavy objects.
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They reached Devi's apartment some minutes later and Devi unlocked the door. Nny followed her inside, looking around. This was somewhere he'd never been before. He saw a small plastic Christmas tree on a table, decorated with some ornaments. The whole place gave off a casual yet paranoid feeling. It was hard to explain. He followed Devi to the room she had entered, which turned out to be the kitchen.
"Want some hot chocolate or something?" Devi asked, opening the cupboard.
"I guess so. Thanks," Nny said, glancing around the kitchen. Devi proceeded to make hot chocolate, and while she was letting the milk boil she sat down at the kitchen table. Nny sat down opposite her. She looked at him silently for a moment.
"Nny...is there some reason makes you so gloomy? Because when I mentioned it you looked absolutely heartbroken."
"Well..yes. But it's very depressing. Are you sure you want to hear?" Nny asked.
"If it makes you feel better to talk about it."
"Devi, before I start..why are you being so nice to me?"
"You know..it's close to Christmas and everything. The season to be jolly and all that crap. You know, like the song. Plus I guess I sort of...don't hate you I guess. I sort of missed you a tiny bit even, if truth to be told."
"I missed you too, Devi. And I never did get to properly apologize for trying to....you know..back on that first date..."
"I know what you're talking about. It's alright I suppose...as long as you don't try it again. Now, what were you going to say?"
"OK, a long time ago, when I was very young....I don't remember how young exactly, it was Christmas eve. I went out to buy my family presents...by myself. And then when I came back the house was dark and empty. It was silent. I walked into the living room and I saw them there...dead. They'd been murdered...they were decapitated. It was horrible, blood all over the place...I cried so much..and ever since then I've fallen apart at Christmas. Every single year."
Devi looked at him, shocked. "That's terrible. Oh Nny I...I'm so sorry," she said quietly, looking down at the wood of the table. Nny said nothing. He bit his lip.
"I know it's not as bad as your past, but ...I know a bit what it's like. My mother died in a car crash two months before Christmas when I was five. It was her favorite holiday. It always was. She used to do a lot for it. And that first Christmas that she was gone...everybody was all zombie-like. And I kept thinking 'somebody say something!', but nobody did. There were so many things I needed to say..and no one to listen to them. And I just felt so alone I-" Devi cut herself off and looked away from Nny, so he wouldn't see how close to tears she had become.
"I'm sorry Devi," Nny said softly.
She dropped her head into her hands. She bit her lip as Nny had done, trying to keep her tears back. A few escaped her eyes. She sniffed them back and went on.
"And I just wanted someone to know how I felt...wanted someone to listen to what I needed to say about it..but no one seemed to understand..no one would listen" she practically whispered. Her tears burned, and a few more slid down her cheeks. Nny looked at her sadly for a moment, and then he stood up and walked over to her.
He hesitated for a moment, and then he very carefully put his arms around her.
"I'll listen," he said quietly.
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I'll do another chapter or so today I think.
Here is the fifth chapter in this terrible story that makes people want to bludgeon their friends with heavy objects.
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They reached Devi's apartment some minutes later and Devi unlocked the door. Nny followed her inside, looking around. This was somewhere he'd never been before. He saw a small plastic Christmas tree on a table, decorated with some ornaments. The whole place gave off a casual yet paranoid feeling. It was hard to explain. He followed Devi to the room she had entered, which turned out to be the kitchen.
"Want some hot chocolate or something?" Devi asked, opening the cupboard.
"I guess so. Thanks," Nny said, glancing around the kitchen. Devi proceeded to make hot chocolate, and while she was letting the milk boil she sat down at the kitchen table. Nny sat down opposite her. She looked at him silently for a moment.
"Nny...is there some reason makes you so gloomy? Because when I mentioned it you looked absolutely heartbroken."
"Well..yes. But it's very depressing. Are you sure you want to hear?" Nny asked.
"If it makes you feel better to talk about it."
"Devi, before I start..why are you being so nice to me?"
"You know..it's close to Christmas and everything. The season to be jolly and all that crap. You know, like the song. Plus I guess I sort of...don't hate you I guess. I sort of missed you a tiny bit even, if truth to be told."
"I missed you too, Devi. And I never did get to properly apologize for trying to....you know..back on that first date..."
"I know what you're talking about. It's alright I suppose...as long as you don't try it again. Now, what were you going to say?"
"OK, a long time ago, when I was very young....I don't remember how young exactly, it was Christmas eve. I went out to buy my family presents...by myself. And then when I came back the house was dark and empty. It was silent. I walked into the living room and I saw them there...dead. They'd been murdered...they were decapitated. It was horrible, blood all over the place...I cried so much..and ever since then I've fallen apart at Christmas. Every single year."
Devi looked at him, shocked. "That's terrible. Oh Nny I...I'm so sorry," she said quietly, looking down at the wood of the table. Nny said nothing. He bit his lip.
"I know it's not as bad as your past, but ...I know a bit what it's like. My mother died in a car crash two months before Christmas when I was five. It was her favorite holiday. It always was. She used to do a lot for it. And that first Christmas that she was gone...everybody was all zombie-like. And I kept thinking 'somebody say something!', but nobody did. There were so many things I needed to say..and no one to listen to them. And I just felt so alone I-" Devi cut herself off and looked away from Nny, so he wouldn't see how close to tears she had become.
"I'm sorry Devi," Nny said softly.
She dropped her head into her hands. She bit her lip as Nny had done, trying to keep her tears back. A few escaped her eyes. She sniffed them back and went on.
"And I just wanted someone to know how I felt...wanted someone to listen to what I needed to say about it..but no one seemed to understand..no one would listen" she practically whispered. Her tears burned, and a few more slid down her cheeks. Nny looked at her sadly for a moment, and then he stood up and walked over to her.
He hesitated for a moment, and then he very carefully put his arms around her.
"I'll listen," he said quietly.
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I'll do another chapter or so today I think.
