Where I Lost There I Found

Chapter 7

I ran straight towards the room. While climbing I lost my control and had a fall. Tears weren't coming. I was not able to feel the pain. All I had turned mad, when I saw all that I couldn't control myself. I stood up and ran with all my energy. I went inside, went near her. The dead me. I couldn't touch her. I went sat in front of her. I couldn't still believe was it really me.

Suddenly my hands were stained with blood. No only my hands but also my face, legs. When I looked at her she was moving and looking with all tears in her eyes. She was dead I thought. "Who are you? Are you me? Who did this to you?" Her eyes looked deep. Wasn't saying anything. She started looking towards the wall. I was driving crazy. You need medication can you get up. Wait I will get help.. She held her blood stained hands on mine and kept looking towards the wall and said watch. Her voice were as same as mine. It was getting more like watching a horror movie. I looked towards the wall she was looking. A mirror was present there. But I wasn't able to remember one there before. I stood up and walked towards the mirror as I saw small movements inside it. I walked close and I saw it, it was me dressed totally black. The way the women who killed her had dressed. Is it some sort of joke or am I trapped in horror house? Is ghost playing with me..

I looked towards myself I was dressed the same. All I was stained with blood. I was not able to define it well. The mirror started to move. I was looking towards the mirror. The fear was getting intense and the courage to face this was getting lost. The mirror began to show.... All the truth that I never looked, ignored and never accepted.

When we take birth on the planet we never know the truth of who we are and what we are. Later with time we start to realize the actual truth. If we categorize our life we will realize it can be divide into parts. Each part with undefinable title. We forget to define our own life's, why is it so? Because may be we are busy complaining about loses, peeping in others success and failures. This all gesture are true even according to great people. There are millions of points I can lay towards you but I prefer to explain everything in the following path.

The most hurt thing happened to me that place may be was that mirror, the mirror had driven me into somethings that... made the actual me into pieces. Lessons were shown that had morals that I never laid through myself.

That guy he wasn't there, truth to tell I really wish he was there so may before I die pity. He could hold me.. but he wasn't there to hold. Destiny was to die again. May be it won't tear me apart. A feeling you can define as emptiness was passing. Why question was passing. He said only things appeared was based on my imagination. Now was question arises, was he speaking the truth. Because why would I ever imagine such a cold thing? Why would I hurt myself? Why would I do this to myself?

Looking towards the hurting truth beginning I was feeling weak and pale. Sick feeling, fingers were getting cold..

All of the sudden...