The fork is talking to him again.
"….and yeah when I punched him in the face he just stared at me dumbly and said that I hurt his feelings! That dumb bowl, I mean - no one likes you okay?! You just talk, talk and talk but you make no sense! …Hey! Are you even listening to me? You are just like him! I WILL dig out your-"
*BANG*
Hayel slammed the door of his bedroom and quickly sat in the right corner staring wildly at his surroundings.
Dark circles have appeared under his pale amber eyes. His black hair is messy and a bit overgrown. His cheeks are more hollow than usual, his pale skin making him seem even more like a ghost.
He began scratching his hands madly. The wounds on his hands suddenly start bleeding again. He doesn't stop ; he doesn't notice it.
His eyes are frantically looking around the room as if searching for something that he does not wish to see.
His heart is thumping and his breathe is a bit uneven.
*knock* *knock*
Hayel jumps and stares at the wooden door. Someone is knocking. It takes him a few seconds to figure out that it's coming from his front door.
The house is small and sparsely decorated. The furniture and walls are made out of wood. Hayel is not rich, but he was not terribly poor either. That was until two months ago when he suddenly stopped coming to work as a cleaner of the only library in the small city next to the village he lives in.
"Hayel?" The girls voice makes him flinch.
He opens the door of his bedroom and walks towards the front door while glaring at the fork that rests on the table. It doesn't say anything this time.
"Hey Layla." Hayel says with a tired tone.
"I am not feeling well yet… but I'm better now…"
Layla doesn't respond for a few seconds.
Finnally, she sighs "Hayel… can't you at least open the door? I haven't seen you in months! I'm worried about you! You are like a little brother to me and yet… I don't even know in what kind of state you are right now! Do you know that there are rumours about you saying that you have gone mad?! Your neighbours said they sometimes hear you scream in the middle of the night!"
"…."
"Hayel!"
"That didn't happen." Hayel blurts out.
"Gosh! Stop lying and open the damn door!" Layla yells making Hayel flinch again.
"…No… I will be fine Layla, I just need to rest."
"HAYEL! Do you even have anything to eat? To drink? Sure, I do bring you things every few days, but that's just a little bit of food and water! I don't have enough money to properly feed even one person, but two?! The other one WILL die and that will be you! I have not seen you leave the house for two months Hayel! And even if you did, you haven't been going to work, so with what money would you have bought yourself anything?!"
"I… I will be fine really… Soon… I will get better soon so you don't have to worry."
Layla kicks the door with her leg and shouts "Fine! I'm giving you two days! The summer festival is going to be held in the city and you are coming with me! You WILL leave the house even if I have to break these damn doors!"
Layla puts the food down in front of the door, she, of course, doesn't forget to kick the door once again before storming off.
Hayel sighs "Fuck.."
He leans on the door and stares at the floor. He finnally notices the state his forearms are in and quickly makes his way towards one of the lower drawers in the kitchen and wraps them up with a few beige cloths.
He returns to the front door and opens it, quickly taking away the food. She didn't bring any water this time but that's fine, he still has some left from the last time she was here.
The truth is, he is really greatful for what Layla does for him. Without the food and water she brings him he would have already been dead.
But maybe that would have been better.
"Hey… Hayel! You know… I've been thinking.. If you died right now, would you still be able to talk?"
"SHUT UP ALREADY!"