one night...

I am on my laptop, finishing off some work. I see a tiny black 'thing' scurrying on the white tiles of the living room. I call for my brother but when he arrives, the 'thing' is gone. My brother takes a wad of tissue paper and prepares for the extermination. He searches, but it is gone. I see it again but when my brother eyes at the location, it disappears again. I hate vanishing 'things'. Because you never know they can end up on you *shivers*.

My saviour leaves to go upstairs again. And this time I see the medium-sized thing flitting towards me. It's like playing a game on "Let's scare Alia out of her wits" and making me think I'm delusional. I pull my legs up onto the chair and scan the floor. I call my brother again and he inspects for the insect. He spots it once- i know I'm not delusional.

I ask him, "Aren't you scared of cockroaches?"

And he answers, "I am. But I transform that emotion of fear into the energy to kill." He expresses this with conviction and belief, with his hands gesturing wildly and crushing those wads of tissues in his hands. He has on him a half-crazed maniac expression.

I stare wide-eyed and excuse myself to my room.

And the night is still again.