Home Alone

Part 1...

It was a moonless night.
Something around midnight.
My parents weren't at home because of some important reason, they were planning to come till 4 am.
I locked the front door of my house.
And then went to sleep in my room.
My brother who was four years younger than me, 13 was sleeping beside me because he can't sleep alone.
"See! I am the one you are coming to when you are scared, scaredy cat!!"
I mocked him, with light giggles.
"Shut up!" He said with a grumpy face.

I went toward the light switch to switch it off while laughing.
After switching the light off, I came back to my bed beside my brother.
He was anxious because it was our first time living alone in the house at night without our parents.
I patted his back to assure him.
"Don't worry. I will protect you if something happens."
he yanked my hand away.
"So, rude!"
I said while turning to the opposite side with a pout showing my anger.
And after a while, we both drifted into dreamland.

But who knew that those words would come to test tonight...

1 hour later, my brother suddenly woke me up.
I was angry. So, I was going to shout at him.
But then I heard his horrified voice.
"Riya!.... I think there is someone on the terrace."
He muttered in my ears.
After hearing him, I immediately woke up.
And heard faint noises coming from behind the inner door.
There were two doors - first, the main one, and the second the inner one that leads you to the inside of the house.
Noises were trying to open the inner door forcefully.
I blanked for a minute.
What was I supposed to do?!
I started gulping.
It was scary.
Suddenly I remembered my brother.
If this was scary for me then what would it be for him?
I looked at him.
He was looking at me.
For the first time in my life, I saw pure horror in his eyes.
He clenched my sleeves.
And looked at me with that scared eyes.
That could any minute become a waterfall.
I shook myself up.
And told me that I can't freeze now.
I told my brother to go hide under the bed and not make any sounds.
For the first time in my life, he did what I told him to without any questions in return.

I used to have a staff that I always put across my bed.
I took the staff in my hand and hid behind the door of my room.
While hiding behind the door I dialled 112.
But then suddenly I heard the unlocking of the inner door.
I said help when the other side picked up the phone and ended the call.

After hearing them talking I realized they were two people but they were both in their twenties.
So, I probably won't be able to win if I fight.
So what I needed to do was to prolong our fight until the police comes.
They roamed all around the house In search of things that they could steal.
There were a total of two rooms and one Drawing room.
We were hiding in the second room.
After three minutes they came to our room.
Both of them had a knife in their hands.
I couldn't breathe.
I was so scared that at that point I was struggling if I would even be able to swing the wand.
They roam around the room in search of items.
I believed that If we won't make a noise then probably after raiding they would leave.
But when do things become so easy?
I was reckless and forgot about the bed.
They both saw our traces through the bedsheets.
One of them touched the bed.
It was warm.
The person touching the bed made his companion alert that there was someone there.

Suddenly a noise emerged under the bed.
It was my brother's hiccup.
I forgot that my brother hiccuped when he was scared.
"Shit!!"
I cursed in my mind.
I hoped they wouldn't have heard it.
But well how they couldn't have heard when he was hiccuping one after another.
They both smiled.
My heart aches. I didn't know what I was supposed to do.
One of them bend down to look who was under.
While he was bending down I remembered those eyes filled with helplessness asking for protection from me.

I ran toward the one bending and struck the staff with all my might on his head.
He gave a sharp yell and then lay unconscious on the floor.
We used to live in a consolidated area, so no one would be wondering what is happening inside the house, even if loud noises are arising from the house.
His partner became alert and the moment I tried to strike him too, he jumped backwards.
I yelled and ran toward him and started hitting him with all nonsense moves.
He was deflecting some and was getting beaten by some.
It went on for 2 to 3 minutes and I was starting to get tired.
But this wasn't an option but a necessity, if I will fight then only I will be able to protect us.
Suddenly, he closed the gap that I maintained between us and punched me in the stomach.
I screamed because of the pain.
And he pinned me down.
Now I was laying on the floor and he was above me.
"You, little bitch!!"
He cursed while twisting one of my wrists.
I yelled because that much pain was something I never felt in my life before.

I was struggling.
When suddenly I felt something against my hand.
It was a knife that he previously
threw away to catch me.
I grabbed it.
But somehow I was resisting doing what came into my head.
"I can't kill a person.
I.... can't!" I thought.
I was a person who could never take a person's life just to save her own.
I can never hurt let alone kill a person.
But then suddenly I saw my brother, under the bed.
He covered his mouth with both his hand while his face was smeared by tears of fearfulness.
"I can't....."
Suddenly those words that I was enchanted in my mind started to fade.
"I have to...."
It wasn't only me. It was my brother too.
I grabbed the knife in my hand.
And said to my brother.
"Close your eyes!"
And then looked at the man in front of me.
"I am sorry."
I said with guilty eyes.
"But...if it's for my brother.....I would even destroy the world if I have to."
And those eyes changed from guilty to numb. And were filled with blood lust.
I lifted my hand inward and stabbed him in his chest with all my force.
He yelled.
A trail of blood squinted and my whole face was covered with huhumanlood.
He was tormented on the floor for a minute and then it was a lifeless body of a human laying on the cold floor.
I looked at him with empty eyes.
No remorse, no guilt.
I stood there for a minute and then fall on the crimson floor.
I looked inside the bed and my brother was still there.
"You can come out now."
I said to him calmly.
He ran toward me and hugged me.
He started crying and wailing.
I tried to calm him down.
To assure him that everything will be fine now.

When suddenly I felt pain in my back.
"Ahh!!"
I yelled furiously.
I turned around to look what happened
It was the one who fainted from the first strike in his head.
I could see the man, he was terrified too after stabbing me
Seeing my hands drenched in red blood and his friend or maybe not a friend, lying dead on the floor.
He took a few steps back when I looked into his eyes with my dead cold eyes warning him to not come close while hiding my brother behind me.
Maybe he thought I would also kill him.
So, he ran away leaving his friend behind.
The moment he ran away the moment I collapsed on the floor.
I got a stab on the back probably above the kidney and the blood was gushing out like water from a dam.
My brother started to cry and cry.
And pressed my wound to stop the blood from coming out.
"Riya...are...you... hurting?!"
He said while hiccuping and slurring.
What could I have said?
I was hurting but I can't say that.
So, I lied to him with a soft smile.
"N-no, it's not hurting that much."
I said.
I looked around and asked him to bring me a bedsheet to tie around my wound.
He helped me to tie it while snorting.
I asked him to call for an ambulance.

Now, it was a waiting game.
He was still sobbing while sitting beside me.
I started to feel my body getting colder
And colder.
Breathing started to become hard.
Somehow, I started to think that I am going to die.
My eyes were forced to be closed but I also knew that if I will close my eyes now then maybe I would never be able to open them ever again.
"Darling....if the police come....then tell them about all the things that happened, okay?"
I said to him while drawing.
He nodded while snorting.
I was struggling to open my eyes, but it was just too hard.
I just want to close my eyes and sleep.
I want to rest.
I looked at him one last time.

"At least he is fine, that is enough."

And I closed my eyes.
I was a good sister.
I had no regrets.
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