Burnt Painting

somnambulism

After closing the window of both my room and my fear i finally goggled back at the painting, yanking myself towards it i stretched my hands to touch those petals but liquid lips when some specific alphabets tingled on my lips, " VANSH". My each and every drawing has it's own name, i love to give them names as they are infants and i am their mother, i feel fulfilment. I don't have any idea why i named him as Vansh but it just rained in my head.

Holding the easel's leg i lifted it up and took strides to the downstairs, i am going to leave it there, far away from me. This painting and it's uncanny things are going to take my life someday!

The stairs were made up of wood and was making petrifying sounds when i steped on it, the door creaked on its hinges. Sliding the broken doll with the help of my legs i gingerly placed the easel on the ground and surveyed the room, oops! my fault, the storeroom. The room was visible a bit with the help of the bulb present in the middle, it was filled with old furnitures, old television, my childhood baby monitor, the aquarium, and the most beautiful decoration that the room was having, the spider webs. Hahaha!!

Suddenly, there's a popping sound behind me, followed by the escape of the only light i had in the basement. It's pitch black now, my pulse quickens and the corner flashed with a red light !! No no, not again !

These eyes, my heart teared in two pieces,  but now with these eyes a set of teeths is also dancing infront of my eyes. Jesus!

With my pulsating heart i ran upstairs for my life, thrusting inside the comforter i closed my bedroom door with a thud. Dragging my folded knees against my chest i draped my arms around me and numerous sobs left my lungs. My diaphragm was accelerating like a racing car, my head was hammering, my stomach is forming in a knot.

Few minutes later i decided to go outside to
revive myself, clutching the handbag i rushed outside.

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It's 9:45pm now, i was with Aryan, my cousin brother. We were having some property work and for that we decided to sort out that work, then we went to the old-age home for spending some moments with those precious and kind souls. Time flew like pages of literature, i didn't even realised i am late for home!!

Paying for the taxi i walked towards the door, metal's coldness planted goosebumps on my arms, turning it a little when i pushed the door inwards i was welcomed with a pungent smell! Gas leak!!

Running for my life i reached nearby the stove, opened the windows and switched the gas off. As far back as i remember i turned off the gas before leaving then how ?

I pressed my skull in between my palms with my back hitting the back counter. I am getting mad, my brain resigned from the work, my stomach is burning, I am feeling burning in the hell's fire,the same fire which burnt the painting.I need Xanax, i am getting panic attack, i am feeling nausea, i want to vomit.

My stomach refused the food and came over the sink, my throat is flaring for the acid. I do miss my mother who can patt on my back, i want her hands to caress my hairs, i miss her .

Gulping the water with the med i unfolded the blanket, straighten my back i patiently waited for the sleep to hug me. I didn't allowed the darkness to come into power, i don't want to get the sight of that pairs of globe, again !

I felt wetness on fingers' tips but it's smooth, my hands roamed on the plain area feeling the wetness increase twofold, my mattress is wet??. I frowned, my eyebrows deepened, still I don't want to open my eyes, it feels like someone stretched my eyes in opposite direction which is averting it from unlatching.

Fisting my free hand, i jerked open the eyes to meet my death. I am in between the storeroom, downstairs!! Vansh is infront of me, in the painting the eyes were bleeding, the face is messed . The lights flickered making my body collapsed!!

To be continued..

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