Mysterious Death

28-👻Jail Or Mental Asylum👻

Drishti looked shaken up, sweat and tears mixing up, eyes wide with fear. Her fear had extended so much that she wasn't able to stand and fell on her knees.

"Maira, you seem to be mistaken," she tried to sound calm and composed.

Poor Drishti, even her body wasn't supporting her. While she tried hard to sound calm, her whole body was trembling.

"Stop with the act. I can't even imagine how I trusted a person like you. Not only you killed me but also tried to put the blame on my loved ones. I should have caught your lie there and then by seeing your nervousness but I stupidly thought that I was overthinking.

"You were the one I loved and trusted the most for my whole life and even after death. How stupid of me to ask for your help to find my murderer when you were the one who...who," I couldn't complete my sentence and choked up.

For the first time after my death, tears came out of my eyes. Not for seeing my own dead body, not for my parents, not for my love, they came out for the person who didn't deserve them.

"Maira, maira please...please," Drishti begged joining her hands, crying profusely.

"What please? Should I close my eyes and believe whatever lies you sprout or should I just forget what I saw.

"The blue paint on the tyres of your car, the same paint that was being painted on the building near that alley where I was pulled. Should I forget that? Or should I ignore your school bag and the rod that you used in the school play, placed in the trunk of your car?" I asked folding my hands, with raised eyebrows.

"So what? Just because of few coincidences, you believe I did it. Was your trust on me so poor that you got suspicious by seeing these things?" Drishti asked, standing up with the help of the wall.

A snort left my lips hearing her.

Moving closer to her, I said, "If I was mistaken then you wouldn't have been so shaken up. Plus your school bag and rod wasn't just placed in the trunk but they were covered with brownish paint or should I say—"

Getting on her face, I spitted the next words on her face.

"—My dried blood."

I moved back a little and she gave up with her hands slumped on her sides and head bowed.

"Why did you do it? Why did you kill me?" I asked in a cruel voice, trying hard to not show her my hurt.

The stubborn girl didn't answer even when I yelled out the same question again and again.

All these days, I couldn't cry even though I so desperately wanted to and today these tears didn't bother stopping when I wanted to look tough and invincible.

"WHY?" I cried out.

"I don't think you are going to answer that. Leave it, at least tell me why you were hell bent on putting blame on my parents and Aman?" I asked getting tired of her unresponsiveness.

"You loved them. There was no way you would have harmed them even if you thought that they murdered you. I was hoping that you would buy my lie and leave everyone alone," Drishti finally spoke, wiping away her tears.

"Wow! How could be so cruel? Killing your best friend and putting the blame on innocent people. I feel so disgusted that I believed you and doubted my parents and Aman. You used the words they said out of anger to your benefit. I can't believe, I fell for your lies.

"Just because of that death warning by Aman and my father threatening to break my legs so that I don't attend the dance competition, I doubted them."

Wait! Dance competition. No way!

"Did you kill me for that dance competition? Seriously? Just because you wanted to take my place? You..."

Drishti interrupted my shocked conclusion. "Your place? It was never yours. It was always mine that you stole it from me. I just got it back from you," Drishti spoke, showing her true colours.

The look in her eyes showed that she truly thought that I stole her place.

"You should have told me if you felt like that, I would have happily given you the spot but you decided to kill me. You are going to pay for your mistakes," I screamed through my tears.

Instead of showing remorse, Drishti started chuckling.

I was confused by her behaviour but the next words she spoke made me feel like an idiot for expecting an apology from her.

"Pay? How are you going to make me pay? Will you go to the police station? Oops, I forgot that no one can see you other than me. Stop kidding Maira, you don't even have any powers. My ghost friend, there's nothing you can do because you are USELESS."

The smug smile of her's was making me more and more infuriated.

'I shouldn't have informed her about my lack of powers,' I thought, hitting myself internally.

"Just leave Maira. You won't be able to do anything about your murder. No one can see or hear you," Drishti muttered and showed me the door.

"But you can," I spoke, confusing the hell out of her.

"No one can see or hear me but you can. I won't let you live peacefully. I will speak, shout, make fun, come unexpectedly in front of you at every inappropriate situation. Just wait and watch Drishti- I will make you go insane," I smirked, moving in circles around her.

Her smug smile vanished instantly, understanding the severity of my threat.

"Please leave me alone. I am sorry. You weren't meant to die. Please forgive me. Give me just one last chance," she begged, falling on her knees.

"Do you remember Drishti? How I hated those dramas where the main lead forgave the villains just because they begged and got back stabbed again. We aren't in a TV show and I am not that nice. So stop this pathetic act and decide-

"Jail or Mental Asylum."

"Maira please," she still begged.

Squatting down in front of her, I spoke in the most evil and calm voice I could muster.

"Don't drag this. Select one. I shouldn't help you out but because you have been my best friend for all these years, I will help you choose the easier option. Choose Jail. They may give you a lesser sentence for surrendering. Because if you don't surrender yourself, I will make you go mad to that level that you won't be able to come back to your normal life ever again."

Leaving her there to curse herself for her mistakes, I left her room only to stop short in the corridor when I heard the phone ring in Ishan's room.