The Guest

The guest is suppose to arrive tonight. That's all we are told. So, five of us are called here. G, D, M, me and Liz. 

"Hey, Liz. When did you get out of the hospital?" G asked. 
"I never was in any hospital." Anyone who didn't see Liz could easily mistake her voice for a child. 

D and M exchange a look.

"Okay. So, anyone knows how long we are stuck here?" 
Sometimes G asks too many questions. 
"You ask too many questions." Liz looks at me and smiles. I immediately look away. 
"Well, do you have a problem with that?"
"Guys, let's just cook fast and get out of here."

We start cutting the vegetables silently. My mother never let me cut anything. She always said I would hurt myself. I don't think she was wrong now that my thumb is bleeding. I look around and no one seems to notice so I wipe the blood at the back of my skirt. You will think that's sickening but think about the millions and millions of bacteria residing in the open wound spreading infection. 

I look up to see Liz smiling at me. Her eyes are completely black like the black holes; devoid of light. I half smile at her and continue with the cutting. Silence spread through the room like fire. No one spoke until we heard the bell ring. 

We all rush to the door when M notices that Liz is missing. 
"Where is Liz?" She shouts. 
I know where Liz is. She is standing outside of the locked room upstairs. We have been instructed not to enter that room. 

The door opens and the guest enters. He sits on the sofa and looks at us searchingly. 
"Liz! There you are. Where were you? You weren't supposed to move from here." 
"I saw... I saw him...in the room."
"Who?"
She points her finger at the guest. 
The guest fixes his eyes on Liz and says, "Hello, Veronica."