Submitting novel Chapter 37

Their laughter echoed against the walls of the room as music still played softly with the crackle of fire in the warm fireplace and delicate snow falling outside. The candles on the table were almost at its ends and so was this awfully unbearable dinner as they chatted on an empty table after dinner while I sat there, hands still tied up and completely ignored. With my head held down, I could do nothing but endure this painful moment. My only solace, this obnoxious dinner, like every other thing, will pass away in time. The only cost being patience.

“I mean, how could you be so stupid? Chasing the very thing that you should be running away from! Hah!” Ivan, with his self sprawled against the chair a lot less elegantly, commented at a previous remark which I wasn't quite following at all.

The plates and dishes were all cleared off the table now. What remained now were crystal tumblers for two and a bottle of a whisky which looked nothing but costly with intricate indents of designs and a name carved in gold colour which was not easy to read in its cursive script and especially in the dim light of the candles it was way harder to do so.

“That’s what makes it a movie though. The stupidity of it all, which makes wasting the precious time of this ruthless life, worth it." Dimitri chimed in the debate as he sipped on his whisky after swirling it once, instilling the stench of alcohol more in the air.

All of this conversation was more like a debate to him, while I remained invisible.

Liza on the other hand was very invested in the conversation. After all, it was a discussion about movies in the horror genre and from what I knew about her, she never could pass an opportunity to bring it up in conversations.

“I completely agree with Dimitri. All of us need something to be something else in our lives. Even if it is fictional or nonsense. Just to keep ourselves occupied so that we don’t trouble ourselves with questions about life that will make us nothing but sad.” Her hand rubbed against her belly as she smiled wistfully, refusing to meet my eyes.

It was almost as if they were doing this deliberately to make me cry. Or angry.

All this discussion was nothing but a ploy to make me yell at them, give them a reaction. Scream at their heads, because whatever they were saying was indirectly connected to the situation I was made put into. Moreover, Liza was put into as well.