Pxan still refused <<I don’t think that I will take the leap.>>


    Renes seemed angry <<why?>>


    <<None of your bussiness>>


    Renes began to drink and Pxan eating. The two of them looked weirdly at each other. Not understanding each other. Renes with time became drunker and drunker. Pxan became bored and bored.


    A young lady in maid dress, a skimpy maid dress for that, arrived at the table. Renes was already drunk and many girls were coming closer to him. Pxan remained isolated.


    <<What I may do for you?>> said the young maiden


    <<Nothing. I am fine>>


    The maid raised an eyebrow <<We are not dangerous->>


    <<I know. it isn’t for that.>>


    <<Then why is it?>>


    <<Yes why is it Pxan>> said Renes


    <<I don’t want to talk about it>>


    <<Common Pxan!>>


    This game went on for quite a while before Pxan came bursting


    <<Common Pxan came with us! Why are so caste>>


    That word broke something in him <<You know why Renes! Did you read my file?!?>>This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    <<Yes and th->>


    <<My dad used to rape me with my sisters.>>


    The whole room feels silent <<we had to fulfil every need and request. He was a drunkard, he drank like there was no tomorrow. He beat me repeatedly. Come to think of it I am glad that he did that end.>>


    Everyone looked at him <<now excuse me I have to return to the library.>>


    Pxan went in the street angry and full of rage. He wanted to punch someone but the prosthetics couldn’t bear such stress. He couldn’t beat someone, how strange. Man come and went and he remained alone and isolate; as always.


    Once he arrived at the library he was in tears. He signed the task as completed and returned home without saying a word to anyone. Once arrived home he trowed in bed and cried. Once dawn broke his crying slowed down a bit. It was 6 am and he should get to work. This was not the first nor the last time that this happened, other people always hurt him, he wished he could be alone forever. Without others.


    The door ringed


    <


    > a voice said


    <<Yes?>>


    <<Can I come in?>> it was James


    <<A strange number called me yesterday and told me that you weren’t well. Is everything…>> he stopped and looked at his face <<what has happened?>>


    <<Nothing. Incidents during work.>>


    <<It seems like someone has beaten you.>>


    <<James. Nothing has happened. Go back to your district.>>


    <<Listen I might be able to help you. But you must speak to me>>


    “The only person whom I spoke to now is a cold machine in a forest”


    <<James please I need to be alone. Could you please...go away?>>


    <<Excuse me?>> in Yigras it was a serious offence to refuse a social invitation, even worse to throw someone out of one home <


    >


    <<Yes. You have come here>> he closed the door and returned to bed even more tired than yesterday, with all the tears, the hair unkempt and his mental breakdown.


    “Life really is just suffering and boredom. Either you are suffering or you are bored. Either you live a painful existence or a boring one.”