SPARK

 I woke up hours later in the bed I originally shared with Mr Mdnase. I was back home. Alone - I thought. The security settings and power were back on. Everything seemed normal except for me. My head was not cooperating with me, it was pounding so hard.

I lazily picked myself up trying to wonder how I got back here. I was still nauseous. I still remembered what had happened earlier on. The beheading.

I couldn't stop blaming myself. If I hadn't talked, he would be alive. But would that mean I'd be choosing Mr Mdnase's side? I was utterly regressive about whom I was and following my instincts.

I laid back down and turned into a more comfortable position. I was in dire distress. I couldn't seem to have the answers I needed. Did I just sell my soul to the devil himself?

The door opened and I heard light footsteps. I quickly sat up straight, almost jumping. My instincts were still very sharp and tingling.

I saw Mr Mdnase walk in with a tray of frui