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Sisyphus

Death lurked in every doorway with Hel at one dark window. Literally. Tok Tok! A
loud knock thundered across the room which made the room itself shudder in
anxiety. Thunder boomed across the plateau as if twin speakers had started
screaming. Suddenly, I was proud of the thought that Zeus himself had cared to
grace my humble home with his visit. I was perplexed at the thought of such a
situation. Rain water trickled down from the ceiling down the ordinary, parked walls
to the frigid floor as if the room itself had started perspiring from anticipation. I sat
down on my bed with my hands cupping my freshly moisturized face and bloodshot
eyes. I tried not to panic but as usual fear engulfed me. Why, you ask? Perhaps it is
the thought that I might be evicted, captured by gorgons. No. That was the least of
my problems, because this specific visitor is long overdue.

I started what anyone would do in my situation, panic. Why? Since my old friend,
death, was at my doorstep, waiting for well… my death. As soon as the ring of the
doorbell hit my eardrums, I imagined a tall, drop-dead handsome, muscular man
engulfed in black, his face constantly changing to suit my interests. He had a great
likeliness to the god of love that he was often confused with him. Even his colossal,
majestic wings, were identical to his. However, Eros was much worse compared to
what was at my doorstep. What could possibly be worse than death? The answer
would be love. All these thoughts rushed through my mid, memories ,horrid ones,
gushed out of my self built dam. I reached the once golden door knob to turn it,
those three seconds seemed to be the longest of my life, as if time itself was
moving slowly to watch the phenomenon. I thought I could simple escape like last
time but as soon as I turned to escape through the window, my heart sank as soon
as I saw her, all my hopes of escaping were lost into the primordial void of
nothingness, chaos.

She simply sat there on the windowsill with one leg on top and the other swinging
on the other side. It was certain that she was not human. Her beauty was ethereal,
the black hue around her enunciated by the lightning and her smooth, silky, black
hair combed back by the wind. I fell to my knees not for mercy but in awe. Her
carefully sculpted face, her pale skin made every detail including her astoundingly
long eyelashes, her piercing grey eyes, the only colour on her would be her scarlet
lips. Though she didn’t turn her head she spoke to me with direct eye contact from
there right eye. It scanned me, for the first time in my extremely long life had I felt
self-conscious. When the invisible chains trapping my vocal cords had let go, I
spoke. As soon as I had said the word I wished I could have taken it back.

Who.. who…are?”I thought to myself, great now I’ll try speaking in full sentences.