Splitted Self:soul From The Past

chapter -13

This hoody has sucked half of my blood lately in my dreams .It is dark sheer dark , but so it cause stark terror of darkness inside my brain . Past should not repeat itself .I had lost everything i had once , the universe collapsed within my blood and Its not some random figure i am encountering myself with , it actually is a follower with intentions against me or may be someone trying to threaten me . should i tell my friends about it , though dolls already have seen this but he is unknown to the events happening to me these days . Let this case and matter of adoption be solved early then ill look into it .

day is tuesday , sun has leaped down for rest to let night lay out its wings . so are birds set out way back home but I am not . I wander so will I till all the evalanches melt. I am travelling to Hunaira 's residence for her fianceè has requested to summon us their .May he be featuring a new help for me . After Anini died , I have lost any emotions that would ever make me a true human , stoning the presence of my existing heart with sheets of glasses , I have turned neutral , I became unable to surface any excitement since then atop me . springs may bring back life with them , blooms, but some flowers are forever dead at the immense depth of revival. conclusively , hence i am a mixture of excitement within me and nervousness from inside but if one faces me , they are no brilliant to trace bits of both in my plainness . Talent ... well... said some one, a psychiatrist should have some like this too . one always knows visibility of excess emotions on the features and body language can cause a demotivated attitude on people sometimes . Amidst of all thoughts storming inside my head I catch my pro tem destination, her house , again I dont like glasses at houses .mind they having some kind of walls instead?

stepping in , colonge in the house Her perfume she is obsessed with . the hall of interactions has plenty of wooden expensive furniture , and a plate full of house decors that anyone would love to stare at . I never know how she make do all the interests she possess with her pro busy schedule . I walk past her Hall and into the sitting area from where are audible some chatterings of my friends . probably everyone is at hand . My heart beats not normal at the moment , what if i pass out here ? control vanilla ,I assure myself . opening the door before letting on a frown as again , again all stares on me . from where did they get to be too punctual . That's always my way , (not asking copyright) but ok ! forget it . I scrutininze their sitting from right to left every of my friend from the last meeting was present here .... and

wait, who is she , i cannot recognise her.

"oh hii , vanilla is here " Hunaira points towards me . I exist now .

"hey , we wanted you to meet her "ok now i see her and what is she here for? is she the help i was been told lately.

'ok , so is she the lady we discussed about at last meeting?"i ask hoping the answer to be positive .

"yeah , she is and she is ready to help us out " says Gabriel notifieng his presence and i am quiet currently not coming out with some words .

"Hey , vanilla , I am sofia , sofia Heralds " the unknown girl (now known ) says with a bit awkwardness. she is rubbing her hands with apprehension , surfacing fear and nervousness . I reciprocated her hi with a hello , nice to meet you thing .

"so what does she wants in return ?"I asked them making a questioning gesture with hands .

"Her father died when she was a young maiden due to drug addiction and so her mother after some years with heart ailments and traumas . Her father took heavy loans from two gangs namely the ' Z gang 'and 'the monsters ' that she have no means to pay back as she lives hands to mouth , so she wants you to pay them both and she is ready to sign for whatever contract in your service forever " that sucks to hear about the past . How is she even managing the gangs that are after her .