Healing Him | ✓

28.

(warning! attempt of self harm in the form of flashbacks!)

Annika looked at the clock worriedly, it was seven in the evening. Shivaay still hasn't returned. Three hours since Shivaay had left. His phone was unreachable which only added to her worry. Where are you, Shivaay? Be safe wherever you are.

Mishra wasn't giving anything about his whereabouts. She was worried. Something was wrong. She could feel it in her heart.

Shivaay needed her and she wasn't on his side. Again.

Her glare had pinned Mishra to his spot but he didn't give her a hint about his whereabouts. He gave him word to his boss, that not until he himself tells anyone he won't speak a word about where he was.

All he said was that, "Do no worry ma'am. Shivaay sir is absolutely alright."

Of course he is! If he was alright he would have been standing in front of her.

Shivaay slammed the door of the guest house shut. He came here when the world got too much for him to handle. When he was giving up from inside. His steps quick and hurried. His hands were shaking and have gone cold. He rubbed them together to provide them warmth.

The keys of the cars were left discarded on the table. His phone thrown somewhere across the room. He stopped and kneeled down on the floor, his fingers tangled in his hair tightly as he pulled them to gather himself back to his senses.

Why was he feeling restless? He finally gave them the taste of their own medicine. Why didn't he feel good? Isn't that how a person should feel when they finally get their revenge?

Was it even revenge? No it wasn't. She deserved this.

She did right? He deserved that much didn't he?

She tormented his childhood.

He paced around the room. Worried. Angry. Anxious. Furious. Fear. Guilt. It was too many for him to feel all at once. He pulled his hair harder. The sharp pain helped him keeping himself sane.

There were to many flashes. All the memories coming crashing onto him.

It was too overwhelming for him.

Tears were burning his vision. His throat was clogged. He wanted to cry out but-

Something was holding him.

And then it happened.

A hiccup. And teary laugh. He wanted to laugh at the incredulity of the situation. One second he was exhibiting the professional business aura and now look at him! Pathetic. No matter how much he tries he can never hide the broken piece within himself.

A small sob escaped him.

And soon. One by one. His sobs turned into wails. The ones who exhibited the pain the he had been dwelling in.

Ones who would send chills down your spine if heard.

"Channel out your emotions, or else they will corrode you from inside."

He slammed the vase upside down on the table. Scream tearing out from his deepest of his throat. The sharp edges piercing his skin open. He watched as the scarlet hue escaped and streamed down leaving behind a thin trail of crimson. He fisted his hands holding the shard inside.

Shivaay's hands were shaking. He gripped the edges of the sink tightly.

He hasn't gotten out of his room for five days now. His hunger, sleep, thirst was all forgotten.