Chapter Six

"Oh my God!" Jasmine shrieked and her phone fell on her face. She didn't feel as she normally would; depressed. She was plain.

She closed her eyes immediately and opened them back, stupefied at the man who appeared in front of her. She sighed for relief.

"Yes, this night can't get crazier, I am definitely still drunk Jasmine!"

Jasmine said out loud as she stood up and nodded her head, she had an empty beer in her hand.

"What are you doing here? Can't you use the door?" Jasmine who was unfazed with him stated as she pointed at the door.

She wore a pair of bunny slippers that weren't there before, she looked at the pair oddly. "These weren't here before!" She tilted her head as she wiggled them on her foot.

"I am definitely drunk." Jasmine said as she sat on her bed, she gulped the empty bottle. She hissed at the fact that not a single drop came out.

"So, Mr- uh" She stammered as she tried to remember the name of the man in front of her.

"Hades" Axel replied to her when he read her, he understood she wasn't sober.

"We will talk some other time." Axel stated, she barely could keep her head up. She kept lying down; her body was weak.

"No! We can talk now." Jasmine declared and nodded her head, her head felt fuzzy and unsettled. She barely saw the man who was standing in front of her.

She saw spirals and faded lights, it didn't matter the amount of times she blinked; it didn't stop at all.

"Right!" Axel rolled his eyes and groaned. "I guess I am not the only one glitching!" Alex muttered under his breath but Jasmine heard him.

"What did you want to talk about again? I can't see you properly." Jasmine said while she removed her legs from the slippers.

"What's wrong with me?" Jasmine thought to herself as she looked at the hands and wiggled it.

"We can talk about that some other day" Axel replied and nodded his head.

"You should sleep-" before Axel could say another word.

"Jasmine?" A familiar voice called out to Jasmine, while she was in the room with Axel.

Like some sort of exorcism, she stood up and rushed to his presence.

"Shuush" She placed her hands on his lips and glared at him. He understood and nodded.

"Jasmine! Are you in there?" You haven't been picking up my calls!" The voice got clearer and the footsteps were evident.

Her body rested on Axle. Jasmine's door handle creaked for a moment and like the wind and dust; Axel exited again tonight.

"What?" Jasmine spoke as she realized she was going down.

"Hey, careful!" Brandon; her fiancée held her up before she fell down.

Brandon; her lover from high-school to college. Before the unfortunate death of her mother, they planned to get married but they put it on hold.

Brandon had features that Jasmine loved and played with all the time. She would always talk about how his beards connected with his facial hair, she would lay on his lap and talk about things and her job, they would laugh and tease each other so hard.

Brandon was worried, he carried her and placed her on the bed, he ruffled her pillow before carefully placing her head on it. He covered her with a blanket. She snuggled it.

He sighed while he played with her hair, he stood up and looked around. Her room wasn't completely messed up.

"She is drunk" He said to himself.

He just couldn't bear the sight of the bottles that she had all over, some were half empty and some weren't even opened. "Did she turn this place into a bar?" He muttered as he stood in an akimbo and looked at the bottles.

He picked each and every bottle, he packed them and arranged them. He switched off the lights and left her room.

"Should I sleep on the bed?" Brandon asked while his hands were on the kitchen sink, he looked out the window and stared for a while. He d

The next morning.

Jasmine groaned as she turned to the other side of the bed, her arms spread out. She touched the bed multiple times before opening her eyes. She tried to look for her phone. She finally sat up. A wave of migraine hit her.

"Uhhh" She tapped her head multiple times until it ached. She opened her mouth and made noises.

The window by the left side seemed brighter, more than usual. She hated mornings, there was nothing good about the morning she would always say.

She closed her eyes and tried to remember what had happened the night before.

"Blank! It's all dark!" Jasmine whined and threw her legs up and down.

"Arrh" She placed her hand on her head and complained. She raised the blanket up and saw her bare legs.

"Who gave me a blanket?" She questioned as she stood from her bed, Jasmine was a clean freak before her mum passed on but now? She rarely even cleans at all. She looked at the bed, she saw the pillow on the floor but ignored it.

She heard noises from the kitchen and couldn't understand what it meant. She had her guard up and stood up. Her walk in robe was on the floor- under the bed.

"Ah yes!" She cheered as she found it. She grabbed it and put it on in a hurry. She wore slippers and had a hard time with the ropes.

"Not today! You strings from hell." She grumbled and spoke. A step at a time. She tiptoed from her room. With care, she bent the door handle and it creaked.

"Damn it" She cursed softly and formed a fist. She opened the door more quietly or she thought she did.

"What are you doing?" She heard a voice. "Ahhhh" She trembled and shrieked. Her legs shook and her hands went up. She had flashes from the night that her mum passed on.

She bent down and covered her face in fear. Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead.

"I am not alone after all." She said to herself.

Her mind raced and it felt as though the support to her life hung on a thread. She held her hands on her head and remained that way.

She heard a hurry of footsteps towards her. She raised her head to see who it was. "Even if I die today, let me see my killer" She said to herself. She gathered all her strength to uphold her head, she forgot about her migraine. She forgot about her stress. She forgot about her life.

"Would I be killed like my mum?" She barely saw who the person in front of her was. All she had was the thought of her death.

"Hey, Jasmine. Relax, it's me." Her eyes became clear the moment she heard his voice, she heard the voice of a man she planned her future with. Her eyes were soaked and her body lost all its strength. The thought of death never fazed her but after her mother's death. She was always scared.

"Brandon?" She cried out and tried to stand up, she staggered and gasped. He was there again, he used his hand to support her from falling. She stared at him as though it was some crazy dream that would probably end when it gets to the good part.

"Are you good?" He slowly lifted her and made sure she stood properly. He tapped her head and blinked at her.

He held her shoulders and lowered himself to be able to look at her eyes. He waved at her to confirm if she was sober.

"You drank a lot last night. You almost fell You know. If only I didn't grab you, you would have injured your leg." Brandon said as he went to flip the burning pancake.

"I am not a good cook yet, hopefully you will teach me. I made pancakes and eggs." Jasmine stood in awe and watched her fiancée.

She paid attention to all the details. "He is putting on the versace shirt I got him on our anniversary last year, he hasn't taken off the ring that my mum bought." She said those words as she watched him, he arranged the table.

"You didn't forget the flowers." Jasmine said in a low tone as she sighed.

Brandon had always been her fairytale Prince charming, the man she always dreamed off. He never forgot the flowers, not the gifts.

He remembered each day like it was his. He always sent messages and called, she didn't lack a thing in her relationship. Even when he traveled. He would always call and send texts. There was a time in their relationship when it was rocky; he never gave up not once.

She went down memory lane and saw the happy moments she had with Brandon.

"Why would I forget the flowers?" Brandon with a smile answered her question. He removed the mittens and placed them on the counter.

"Come! Let's eat!" He let out his hand from where she stood and reached out.

"He hasn't changed, even without proper communication, he hasn't changed." She looked at his hands then at him. She saw how he looked the same without a change.

"Okay" She replied softly. She carefully took steps, he held her hands even if the table was just five steps away.

He pulled out the chair for her to sit. She sat down carefully and looked at him. Her eyes followed him like a baby.

"Your hands?" He asked as he stretched his hands towards her.

"Okay, I am here. Smile. I just got back from my work trip. I am sorry I didn't come for the burial and I wasn't there for the hardest two months of your life." Brandon explained passionately as he looked at her.

He was on a field trip for two months, he always called and sent messages. She read them but never replied.

"What would I tell him? What should I say?" She always contemplated on what to tell her fiancée. She read them each morning whenever she was about to leave for work. She would always talk to her mum about the messages Brandon said. Most nights she spent in the dark; she would read the messages from Brandon.

"It's alright, I was fine. " She lied.

"You were fine?" He busted into laughter as he let go of her hands . He covered his mouth and kept on laughing.

Jasmine's face changed to a sarcastic one when she realized Brandon was teasing her.

"The beer bottles? They were what? I am surprised your room is neat, it should be a mess."

"You didn't clean this up?" Jasmine asked, shocked. She looked around to see a clean apartment, all her things were exactly where it should be.

"The bulb? You didn't fix that either?" She asked as she raised her hands up and pointed to the bulb. Her mouth was stuffed with pancakes but she made her words clear.

"I came back and the door was opened! The room was neat but when I called out, you didn't answer. I tried opening the door for a while. If I wasn't in my right senses I would have said you had company over." He explained as he stuffed his face.

"I didn't clean my room" She shook her head sideways to show she didn't do it.

"I left the house scattered. And now that you mentioned it; i don't remember anything from last night. I am blank. I remembered I got home with my cold meal and that was it. I don't remember anything else." Jasmine admitted honestly and nodded sideways for the second time.

"What do you mean you don't remember anything from last night?" Brandon asked, his fork dropped immediately as though he knew something that Jasmine didn't.