Six feet from you

My hand through your heart

"I wish it was me in your place"

Death and Madness...

"Perhaps then you'd feel the actual pain"

And between them are five stages of grief...

"Did you even care"

Venomous of venoms...

"Why would you"

The darkest pits of dried wells...

"You broke me"

Broken hearts...

"YOU FUCKING BROKE MY DAMNED SOUL"

Raging anger...

"Why"

Defeat...

The life they live is a risky one, every twist and turn a constant reminder of how fragile a life could be, every injury no matter how miniscule or dangerously grievous emphasizes that beneath their bullet proof jackets there's soft flesh and even deeper inside is a wildly thumping heart which once ceases it's beating is a game over and there's no restart again. She understands this, has experienced the brush of death multiple times in her police career and yet everytime she has made it out. Karishma hasn't.

Karishma could not..

Karishma fucking died..

And here she is standing before her like her body isn't six feet beneath the ground, looking absolutely alive if it wasn't for that fact that Karishma didn't draw in a single breath, not even for once..

As if Haseena didn't just come back from visiting her grave..

"Tell me"

"How does it feel to be dead"

Karishma stares at her and Haseena thinks of the time everything came crashing down, the night they were supposed to be spending together at Haseena's home, playing and relaxing.
Everyone reached on time, earlier if their eagerness for fun could help only Karishma didn't. They waited for her, half n hour, hour, two, three, whole night. Karishma never came home...

Instead a phone call did...

And everyone's world fell apart..

"Karishma Singh", the toll of alcohol is evident in her voice, a low whisper, scratchy and slurred, she just wants to sleep and if the amount she had just downed may help, she doesn't want to wake up again in a world where her Karishma doesn't exist.
But she knows Karishma would've called her a coward for this and maybe she is, staring at her with pity in her eyes and it rages her because how dare she...how could you just go and throw your life away like it was nothing Karishma Singh.

"Tell me, does your dead heart hurts seeing me like this", petty pity, "your sweet brave Maddam sir, reduced to nothing but a empty husk of herself"

You may be dead Karishma Singh but it's me who truly feels what it's like to feel death

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Author's Note
Things have been really hard on me recently so please be content with this small chapter ☺️

Peace out