The Never Happened

CHAPTER 4 : I Won't Give Up

Murder? Okay it is going to take me some time to digest that the noblest man I knew was actually killed by someone. But what could he have done? I really want to know who the hell this psycho is who killed my dearest friend! This was the only thought that used to linger in my head all the time. It all just seemed like a film where the hero will now wake up and take revenge from the one who tried to kill him.. At least I wish it was!

It was nine in the morning and I had to go pick up Dr. Rachel for the funeral. In my black suit, I stepped into the car and raced down her house. I really didn't know what this was? I mean she was my psychologist so... What could this mean?

In this state of confusion I reached her place. I rung the bell and in a matter of seconds she opened the door. She grinned and asked me in, while I dumbly simpered. Her house was a very decent looking one, unlike the usual 'girly' houses. Her house was simple and unpretentious, yet sophisticated and beautiful. It didn't have much of the decorating stuff but still seemed complete in itself. The walls were off-white with matching curtains. One wall had a darker shade of brown with a little lustre, creating a contrast and giving a polish to the room. She handed me a glass of water and came down the stairs in a pretty, black dress. I saw her hair open for the second time, her curls dropping down till her waist. She was looking drop dead gorgeous. I was foolishly staring at her when she snapped and all my thoughts vanished.

"So shall we?" she said.

"Sure." I said opening the door.

We sat in the car and didn't really talk much on the way. We reached our destination in twenty minutes or so. We went in the garden surrounding a huge church. It wasn't a very common one but it was beautiful. In contrast to this setting, everyone was looking sad and well what else was I expecting that they would have jumped over to me, welcoming me to a damn funeral? Well, I was feeling so out of place because this was the first time I was attending a funeral. Shocking right? I didn't even go to my dad's funeral. I saw Daire's mother crying badly, her voice echoing. As soon as she saw me she walked up to me.

"Ansel!" she exclaimed and hugged me. It was the first warm hug I got in a while. It felt good, as if it could assure that everything was going to be okay.

"Aunty.. Please calm down." I said, even though I myself didn't know how to. She was the mother, she definitely had the right to cry. She lost her dearly loved son at such an unlikely age. Even after all this crying of hers, she seemed stronger than me, in fact all the people around seemed steadier than me. While going inside the church, my eyes fell on a lady. I was sure that I had seen her before. She had tears in her eyes and seemed to know Daire well. Then it suddenly struck me that it was his secretary Linsey Adams. She was a graceful young lady. Her eyes were red from crying but she still seemed to hold herself together.

"Hey buddy." It was a sudden and a dull 'hi' by my friends Jake Bloomwood and Jim Evans. I hadn't seen any of them lately. All of us were so busy in our lives that we did not even bother to stay in touch. Jake was aspiring to become a well-known author and Jim was a big shot businessman. See.. One good investment can change a man's life. It is weird how deaths bring people together.

"Hey guys." I replied trying to put up my best face.

"You okay Ansel?"

"I am fine."

Suddenly the ceremony started. People said beautiful things about Daire but none on them were close enough to define his greatness. After the ceremony everyone was meeting and talking to others, with whom they had lost touch. But I was I only one sitting alone on the edge of a bench in the corner. I didn't feel like celebrating my best friend's death for god's sake!

Dr. Rachel came and sat beside me, probably because she didn't have any other company.

"Ansel? Can I ask you something?" she said. I was a little scared about what she was going to ask.