"Stop it!!"

I shout out loud. It's not like we are known to each other or in the place where we could be carrying, chit chatting. He is a terrorist who killed people few hours ago. He would have killed me if rescue didn't came. He is too casual about this situation. Like he get lost in jungle every day and goes to unknown tree houses and cook there. His lifestyle might  be like that but not mine. I don't go anywhere unplanned, my life mostly revolves around home, hospital and university very rarely libraries or quite café. I don't like to visit anyone's home, I hate when people visit my home, I cook only when there will be no one to see me kitchen. I doesn't hurt people and act like that never happened And this guy is just doing everything that I detest.

"I don't want anything from you, just stay away"

I stood up to leave but suddenly I felt pain in my calf small whimper come from my mouth. He looked at me more correctly he was staring at my body. I look down at sight I was bleeding. Suddenly felt like I can't stand on my own. By the look of wound it doesn't seemed fresh. I didn't even realize that I'm hurting.

He came closer and was going to touch me, But i moved backwards. That pained  like hell.  He just pulled small stool and said "please have a seat and let me help".

I sat. He went back to shelf and brought a box it was first aid box. Here we again how does he know where are all things, how come he is using some ones thing.

He started cleaning the wound, I flinched but then just clenched my jaw. My eyes were shining with water. I am a doctor, I became that so I can take of my self protect myself from society , from strangers, from my own people but what am I doing now. A wheeze leave my lips.

"Shhh !! Relaxed, I know how to do this, I have done this before."

I heard and suddenly felt urge to look into his eyes. Those honey brown eyes, those  deep eyes have concerns... concerns about me? Why would he? May be felt sympathy for me?

Those eyes are like flowing river water under morning sun, with long lashes curve outwardly. Those eyes are perfectly carved for that face. Are now looking at me with a emotions that I have never seen before.

Suddenly I heard a ring. Ring?? There's phone! We both looked away. He got up went to book shelf and removed a book which had a satellite phone in it. Thanks to all crime documentary I know that much. I Am not even surprised if he says it's his place to hide now.

He just looked at it and place at original place. He came back with serious face got on his knees.

"Sorry for interruption"

His voice was low and heavy. He completed dressing and brought a stool place my foot on it.

"You can rest if you want"
He said and brought his food bowl.

"Please eat this. I know you haven't eaten in last 48 hrs"

I looked at him and then at bowl.

" I didn't mixed anything in it" then he take a spoon full of it  and ate. 
I didn't even think about it. I don't mind dying, I mind dying at a place where I'm not at peace.

He Went to kitchen brought another spoon for me. Yes, a point for hygiene. I took bowl. He get the another bowl and went to kitchen counter. It was tasty though maybe because am starving.

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I opened my eyes.  When did I sleep. I was on chair ,I woke up on a mattress. I don't know what he did to me. I felt an ugly feeling, feelings I have when stranger man in bus touched me or when patient in hospital looked at my body.
My first instinct was to check my clothes. Those were in similar state. I looked up . He was staring at me like I have blame him for something that he haven't done.

"You think really low about me doctor ma'am"

Yes I do feel low about you, that what my experienced told me about you. I said sorry.

"You have really considerable heart you know that!!" He said and gave me a pity smile.

Considerable !! What the hell is even that?

I looked at him wirh confusion.
He stand up and came closer gave me a long coat to wear.

"I have something to show you, it will give answers to your questions"

Now I don't even have questions to ask just want to push this to end someway.

He went to the book shelf start removing some books and place them neatly. What he wants to show me about OCD problems. Then he placed his hand on one glass and a dore opened.  A dore. You serious now. A secret dore. He came to me gave me Hand, I didn't take it just stood up. And felt a strong pain as if my knees doesn't exist.

"How many times a have to say please ? Please. Take.  My . Help."
He greeted through his teeth. I ignored him and start to move. He suddenly came and lift me up .

"Hold onto my neck", He said .
"I don't want to",I shout.
Ohk don't hold then. I do it in my way. He lift me on his shoulder. I said put "me down or .."

"Or what? You can't do anything it's not your place." He said

"So is it yours" I said.

"Your naive" , he said .

I don't know if it's insult or anything more. Naive? Is it the word for dumb people. I am dumb?

"Why you are not fighting?" I heard.  "You think alot. May be that made your studies easier."  He said.

"What studies?"

"Your studies!! are you not doctor?" He said

Ya am doctor. I study alot for that spend my five and half years. I was sworn of studies still I decided to go to this profession. Just so that I can avoid society for some years. So that I won't get married to someone like my father and become like my mother.

"Your lost again " He broke my trans.

"Can you please put me down? it's uncomfortable for me. I don't like when anyone touches me. Please. "

He surprisingly put me down and I  realized we were in a lift,i am in under ground lift.

"Just follow me for now, please don't ask anything , I'll not cross my line." He said.

My eyes meet his. Again that feeling like i never seen before.
I didn't ask anything neither he ,we just looked at each other now and then.

"Let's go " He said.

I step outside. It was an quit old place. Dark he went somewhere and lit the room. Its Beautiful place. Wooden floors wooden doors wooden furniture. Who owns this kind of things.

"It is own by my family , more precisely my father. But only two people know about it, ohh now three." He chuckled.

What so funny. We are not in place to be joking around. Right now I'm just a hostage.

"I want show this", he pointed at something. I followed behind.

Ohh my God!! It's a library a built-in library.

"You said you likes to read."

Yes u do. But why is he showing me. He thinks it's beauty and beast. That am bella and his.. well he is beast.

"My mother likes all eighteenth and nineteenth century European literature,  I felt you'd like to read it."

I just hmm. His excitement dropped. Then he went to a bench sat on it. Does not uttre a single word. I walk through book and randomly reading any page any para. I saw book by salvia plath her journal I always wanted to have that but felt guilty to buy hardcover of any. When I started flipping pages all the feelings of time when I read  for the first time went through my body. How much sorrow I had in me and I wish for death at that time,  problem is that I hold onto my feelings so need something to released. This book let me be my miserable self, let me accept that I can be sad in peace.

"That book was one of her favorite " He said.

"Her?"

"My mother "

"Ohh"

His mother? Was favorite? She died? Or she outgrow this book?
Don't want to ask him anything, I don't want to look interested.

"What kind of story this book hold?", He ask.

"Story of a young woman who is tired of everything "

"Aren't you tired of everything ? I saw the kind of book u read on plane"

Ofcourse on the plane! All you did was to scare the hell out of me.
And now you want me to praise you for being good observer .

"Sort of" I replied.

"Do you really want to die?" He ask with concerns eyes.

I do!! Is the only thing came to my mind. My whole life I had only one thought 'once this all get over I'll go far and die in peace and fast'.

"yes!!" I replied with a blank face.

"Then let's make your wish comes to reality "