Are You Sure?

"Who are you?" she cried, as she saw him standing there.

The guy pointed his gun at her, and she knew that whenever he wanted to, he'd pull the trigger, and she'd be dead.

"The question is who you are, “ the guy said.

Her blue eyes leaked and tears ran down her cheeks.

"I'm Rosie," she sobbed, "Rosie Glite."

The guy sat down on a chair on the other side of the table.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked, still pointing his gun at her.

"Of course, I'm sure," she cried out.

She had absolutely no idea what this was about, but the crazy guy hadn't been like that all the time she'd known him, which was for six hours.

"When were you born?" the guy asked.

Rosie looked at him with doubtful wonder. Her crying stopped.

"What's wrong with you?"

The guy rose from his seat.

"Just tell me you fucking birth date, bitch!"

*

Rosie had had a great night out with her friends, Laurie and Paula. She had enjoyed it enough to stay at the club, when Laurie and Paula were about to leave.

She'd met this handsome guy, Garett, and she'd ended up with him for - what she thought to be - a one-night stand.

She'd never had negative thoughts - or bad experiences - with one-night stands. She wasn't a hypocrite. But this guy seemed to mean trouble.

*

"January 1st," she answered.

The guy with the gun asked calmly:

"What year?"

Rosie looked at the guy. She noticed something different about him. Garett's eyes were brown at the time she met him, but this guy's eyes were hazel. He looked like Garett, but his eyes were different.

"What difference does it make?" she asked, "You're going to shoot me anyway, aren't you?"

The guy just looked at her, saying nothing, and she continued:

"I guess you weren't looking for fun at the club, were you?"

"Fun?" the guy asked.

Rosie had the thought that seducing the guy might make him put his gun away.

The guy started walking around the room.

"Listen, bitch," he said, "I asked you a question, and since you don't answer that question, I guess you don't know."

Her eyes got teary again. She felt scared for her life, but she also felt confused. Why would this guy spend his time asking her questions? If he hadn't been looking for fun at the club, why did he follow her to her apartment?

"Okay, okay," she answered, "I was born on January 1st, 2000. Now, are you satisfied?"

The guy returned to the table, sat down on the chair opposite Rosie, and smiled. No, he grinned madly as if he was the Joker from Batman.

"Satisfied?" he asked and looked like if he considered what to answer, "No, not really."

Rosie sighed.

"What the hell do you want?"

The guy put the gun on the table. He looked at her intensely.

"Who made you?"

Rosie couldn't hold back the laughter of this weird question.

"Did I say something funny?" the guy asked chilly.

"No, it was just..." she answered.

"What!?!"

She looked at him carefully.

"Everybody knows the answer to that question," she said, "my parents made me. They met up, made love, and... well, nine months later, I was born."

The guy looked confused.

"Give me a break," he said, "I know that part of the story. But who is your real creator?"

*

Rosie was raised by her mum and dad, who were both religious people.

Her father was a priest in Church of the Christ, located in Newarch City, and her mother was a teacher at Elementary School at Lake View Alley in New Gossip-Less.

She'd been taught the rules of God through her entire childhood. During her teenage years, she'd been a bit doubtful about God and meaning of life.

Now, as an adult woman, she preferred living her life fully. You never knew when you didn't have the chance to enjoy it anymore.

*

Rosie looked at the guy.

"I guess, God had his part of it as well," she said, "and least if you believe in God, which I do."

The guy - whose eyes seemed like they had turned more yellow than earlier - looked at her.

"Do you really believe in God?"

She nodded, even though her inner thoughts knew better. God's rules were all based on what you were allowed to and - especially - what you weren't allowed to. Rosie thought that her opinion about one-night stands didn't really fit with God's rules. Fuck, she was moving down the path of the Devil.

The guy grinned.

"Are you telling me the truth?"

She nodded.

The guy rose from his seat.

"Human beings lie, human beings die," he said, "human beings cry a tear, human beings may live in fear."

Rosie looked at him confusedly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.

The guy looked at her, grinning madly, and his eyes shone like bright stars on a winter's night.

"You lied to me," he said, "you live your life in sin. But if you knock on my door, I'll let you in."

"Who are you?" she asked again.

This time she had an answer:

"Just someone you'll fear all the rest of your life."

*

Rosie woke up in her bed, all alone in her apartment.

-Thank God, it was just a dream, - she thought to herself, - or should I rather call it a nightmare? -

Somehow, she wasn't sure what it had been, and she - especially - wasn't sure what it meant.

She rose from her bed and went to the kitchen.

-Morning shower may have to wait, - she thought, - I need coffee. -

She turned on the boiler, made herself a mug of instant coffee - black as the night without stars.

As she sat down, ready to enjoy her coffee, she had a text message from Laurie. It said:

'Hey, Rosie, how was your date with the Garett guy?'

By reading the message from Laurie, Rosie lost her phone on the table. She was convinced that the situation with the guy had been a dream - or a nightmare. Now she heard a voice in her head asking:

"Are you sure?"