The Mute And The Reader [#YourStoryIndia][#Wattys2015]

Eight

Since I last met Aryan, I've been trying to control myself every single moment. For the past two days I haven't been to college and Appa constantly worries on noticing my clenched fists and tightly shut eyes. I practice it around almost every person I encounter and it has given me a prolonged headache. After two days, I think that I'm ready. I'm just about to leave for college when my father calls me. I turn from the half open door and he's standing beside the couch.

"Why are you going to college?' He asks.

I raise a brow on slight confusion.

"For education?" I reply with sarcasm.

He rolls his eyes.

"You've emptied half a bottle aspirin in two days." He says, crossing his arms.

"I'm fine now." I lie.

"Have you looked at yourself?"

"I'm fine, Appa!" I say, and before he can interrogate any further, I quickly exit, shutting the door behind me.