The Hopeless Window

My head is exploding. It looks like someone has put stones inside my head and whenever I move, they hop inside it. My legs have been tied for so long now that I have abandoned the feeling of feeling my own feet. They have dried, whereas there is not too much dust here.

They have dried up due to which the thin wire that has been used to tie my legs has gone inside my flesh, the skin is no longer soft and has become so hard that it falls. The skin near the wire has now fallen off and when I try to put my hand there, the touch of my filthy and peeled finger makes that molten skin feel like someone has pierced a thousand needles in it, together.

The room is dark. I know that I have to live my life in this room, and I also realize that the only way to meet death is either hunger or the person who has kept me here. It is not that I live here without air; there is a window in front of me from where the rays of the sun irritate my eyes and I don't even want to close my eyes because I do not want to miss any chance to escape from here. Sure! I still have some courage left.

My eyes are always open, I can now even see in the dark, but it has brought red cracks in my eyes as well. When it is night, and the sun goes away without saying goodbye, and when the light of the moon does not come here, this dark room becomes dark and dusky and calm. There are only a bunch of rays coming from the neutral window. I wish it was a ray of hope, although I know this hope is hopeless. It is an iron window that has been rammed by the red crust of rust. Due to the wetness of the raindrops, there is a splash of blood flowing on the surface of the window. I do not want to remember, but vicious weights of memories always succeed in stopping my efforts.

I remember that scary and disgusting face that I have been digesting now as a victim. Considering her to be a victim and a heartless attempt to relieve his pain still makes me cry. When his unbearable face suddenly came in front of me from the same hopeless window, the dry flexible face with almost no hair, although there were some, white and thin like threads hanging, and the most terrible was the lips, with threads in them, were sealed by someone...someone terrible and horrible. As soon as I saw her, I stopped near that window and grinned my eyes, looking at her terrified smile, just one word came out of my mouth, "Freak!"

I picked up my phone, which had fallen because of that whimsical situation. I dodged my friend, "I don't know why a creepy old woman is laughing at me?"

"I know why," He stopped. "Because you are a laughable piece of shit." An irritable laugh came from the phone, which caused me to hang up.

After that issue, I quietly went from there to tuition, it was evening and there were strong cold winds. The house with the creepy woman was on a road that is exposed to thick daylight, where there is a repair shop and a lane of deserted houses, and a water tank and police stations too.

I spent my time not thinking about it, and I forgot it by calling it a hallucination and phenomenon. In the classroom, Andrew resumed his ugly joke, in which only he was laughing, some monkeys also supported him. Dakota was there too, only soft petals holding me amidst the bites. She quickly whispered into my ear, avoiding the teacher's eye. "Why didn't you come?" I had to bow down to hear him because his friend Taylor was sitting in our midst.

"I had a fever." A typical excuse that Taylor also gave a derisive smile upon hearing. "I really wanted to come, but I was helpless. I still have your gift, I was about to give it to you after...tuition."

"Do you think I asked you because of a gift?" Her expressions altered.

I bowed down to clear his misconception, then suddenly, Mrs. Claire shouted, "Quiet!!!" I backed away from shame and fear.

Dakota smiled while comforting me, "Oh! Don't be upset...I'm not angry with you." She whispered.

After that we happily left for home, some distance I walked with Andrew and then a few moments with Dakota, but when both got separated, that wretched incident happened again. As I was getting near that road, awe was brewing in me, awe that I would see her face again. There was daylight before, but now the darkness was all over. I was not afraid of that face, but when that window was reaching near me, small particles of terror started bouncing in my heart. The closer I was to that window, the more it was on my head. I did not know what the weight was, but it seemed as if I had carried the weight of everyone, even the bitter breeze of cold was not able to dry my flowing sweat. I reached near the window and my feet stopped by themselves. Maybe I was brave, but even that bravery was not enough to shake my neck. I had to give peace to my mind, I had to look in that window, but I couldn't...it was like someone was holding me tight and hard. I jerked my mouth towards the window, but now my eyes were closed. I opened them too and found that there was nothing, but the window...nothing but darkness inside. I took a long breath and went home.