“Stop it, please. Don’t disturb me, you jerk. ”
“Come on, how much are you gonna study, I’m bored.” said vishal.
“No way, tomorrow is my exam. I need to prepare for it or I’ll get bad grades and last time was already embarrassing. Now, go and play with your toys. ”
He’s going away. he’s running away. Everything is falling apart. I want to stand up and run after him and hide him in my embrace but he is gone. Everything turned dark. My home is invisible, my books faded. I’m here all alone and something, no, someone is coming for me…
“Ma’am? Ma’am, please wake up.” A sweet voice is ringing in my ears.
“Ma’am, wake up.”
The voice is so sweet and calming.
I wake up on a couch. A very expensive one, I guess.
“Where am I? What happened?”
Everything came back in pieces. I noticed Mrs. Sharma bringing me a glass of water while the handsome guy from before is standing next to me, almost lost in a trance.
What the heck is he doing here? I womdered. I thought he was his brother.
I looked at him, waiting for an explanation but he is just lost.
“You collapsed, sweetie.” said Mrs. Sharma.
“You must have been very shocked. You’ve been sleeping for 3 hours and a while ago, you were crying in your sleep and shouting a name. What was it again. Ahh! I think I’m getting old.”
“Vishal” he, the handsome guy, finally spoke after what felt like infinity.
The name started to echo in my head. I can sense tears pooling in my eyes as all my memories are shooting back like daggers.
I should control myself. I can’t get myself carried away in front of everyone, especially Mrs. Sharma. She’s my mother’s friend and reports every single thing to her.
“Who’s he? ” I asked pointing towards the handsome guy. I knew they were aware that I’m in shock or pain that’s why they are looking at me with eyes full of consolation. I should distract them and get out of here before they asks for details related to vishal or today’s accident.
“He’s our new watchman.”
Maybe my eyes showed some shock or I looked funny that he let out a chuckle.
Mrs. Sharma noticed that I was trying to change the subject, that’s why she started to open her mouth to talk further about what happened before. I’m not a person who likes to show my concerns or broken heart to others. I feel vulnerable doing so.
I should go now.
“Sweetie, don’t think about the boy. It wasn’t your fault, it was just an accident, just move on.”, Mrs. Sharma kept talking as tears started to roll down my cheeks.
“Did you know him?”
“No, I didn’t.” I started to wipe my tears with my hands.
Oh No, what if she tells my mother about today’s accident, about the boy who died in my hands or maybe in his mother’s. My mother will be depressed and next to me before tomorrow morning.
“Don’t tell my mom about this, please.”
“okay, a _a _aunty” I stuttered.
“I should go now.”
“okay, I’ll take you to your apartment.”
“No, thank you but I’ll go by myself .”
“but how can you… ”
“Please, aunty. Its fine.” I just want to get away from everyone but I can’t say this aloud, it’ll be rude to someone who had been taking care of me for 2 hours.
“okay sweetie, watchman please take her to apartment no. 12, and make sure she goes inside”
I almost forgot that there was someone beside us.
I thanked Mrs. Sharma for looking after me and started walking up the stairs with the handsome guy following me close behind. he isn’t saying anything, just following me like some robot.
I reached my door and turned around to thank him and say goodbye but he just turned around without even looking at me, without a word he just left and I’m here standing all alone like some idiot.
Afterall he must be tired, too, he had been busy all day, maybe.
I turned on my heels and opened the door, my door passcode is so easy that if some kid will just play with it, he’ll get access within a minute. I opened the mouth of slide and started to type my code.
0-0-0-0-0-0, “beep”, the door opened. I lived in a recently made building that’s why it has really amazing facilities.
I got inside.
I feel hungry but I’m unable to eat anything right now, I feel nauseous.
I should just hit a snooze.
I made my way towards bed, hardly changing into pajamas but cleared my make up neatly, that is a basic principle of my life. ‘Be messy’-no problem, ‘don’t bath’-no problem but ‘make up still on’, before going to bed is a problem, a huge problem.
I lay on my bed facing the ceiling and again, his face started to appear.
My brother, my little chipmunk, whom I can only remember as being little.
He passed away 11 years ago. I don’t know how it happened but there was no cause, nothing. He just died.
I took out my sleeping pills, prescribed by doctor, took one and this time, lay on my right side.
Now, all the memories from evening are coming back, that boy’s numb face, his lifeless body, his dead pulse.
My eyelids feel heavy. Finally, the pill is working.
I close my eyes.