what's Real ?

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Blood . Everywhere .
It's spreading everywhere .
I look down to see where all this blood is coming from .
Dead . Everyone is dead . Mom , dad ,my brother, my best friend. Even my favorite teacher. Everyone is dead . Everyone I ever knew is dead . Their blood pooling around me.
I feel something wrapping around me .
It binds me hard till I can't breathe .
I try to struggle, but nothing works .

" Help ! " I try to scream , but something is muffling all my attempts to get a single sound out of me .

Is ... is it real ...?

I gasp awake . My bed is wet with sweat .
I sit up on my bed , Looking around as if I'll find someone there .
But to my dismay , also to my relief , no one was there .

" It was a dream... it's not real..." I mumble to myself as I hug my pillow and try to comfort myself.

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" Really ? Again ? " Chris asks , not shocked by the news as she sips her coffee.
" Yeah ." I nod . As I look at her and sip my orange juice .

Crystal Woods, My best friend since childhood, is a beautiful woman . God's gift to mankind . Hazel brown hair with light brown eyes and fair skin . She's tall and has a typical hourglass figure . Men drool all over her .
I'm quite envious of her . But when I see the kind of creeps she has to deal with, I think I'm happy God gave me quite the average looks . Not pretty enough to catch attention, not ugly enough to get bullied . I just blend in with the crowd .
Perfect for me. I love Belding in and not being found .

" You should really see a psychiatrist." Chris says as she looks at me concerned about my mental health.
" Nah, I'm good . Plus , how is a psychiatrist supposed to help me with my nightmares ? " I give her a fake smile and continue sipping my orange juice . Damn , why does this juice taste so good ?
" The fakest smile I have ever seen ." She looks at me, half annoyed .

I give her the same fake smile to annoy her more .
She simply laughs at my attempt .
Damn it. She was supposed to get annoyed.

" Anyways ..." she grabs my attention as she stops herself from laughing " you sure you'll be ok without me around ?"
I nod .
" Really ? " her tone demanded the truth from me .
I sigh " Chris , do I have a choice ? I have to be ok ."
" but I'm worried about you ... I told you to come with me to London, but you never listen ..."
" I would rather stay here , back in India . "
This time she sighs " your parents would love it if you went abroad to study..."
" I don't give a shit ."I replied in a cold tone.

There is a long pause before Chris breaks it " your choice then . But tell me if anything goes wrong ."
I scoff " like you'll turn into Superman to come save me . But yeah sure . "
She smiled as she stood up " I'll call you as much as I can . "
" And I'll avoid it as much as I can. " I got up too .

We paid for our breakfast and got out of the cafe .
Crystal was leaving today . I came with her to drop her off at the airport before we decided to make a Stop and have something before both of us ended up skipping breakfast.

We reached the airport on time .
That's a miracle with all the traffic around here . Though a part of me hoped she would be late and had to stay for a few more days , the other part was happy we reached in time .
Wow. My emotions are fucked up too .

" I'll get going then . Take care ."
She hugged me . Tight enough to choke me to death . But I didn't mind , instead I hugged her back . " You take care too."

We waved each other goodbye .
I watched her disappear into the crowd.

Shit . Am I feeling my eyes water up ?
No no no , don't cry ! It'll be so embarrassing!
I turn around and head outside and wait to find myself a taxi to take me back to my apartment.

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I'm pretty sure I don't have OCD, but when I come back to my apartment only to find everything in a mess and half the things shoved into boxes , it really triggers something in me .

I moved out of my parents house 2 years back after the incident. I stopped my studies too.
Stopping my studies was a stupid thing to do . Thus , I'm currently studying online to get a degree in biology.
My parents tried to convince me to come back home , but I simply couldn't bring myself to .

Right now , I'm in the middle of packing. I don't want to stay in Assam anymore. I'm going to move to Delhi . It had lots of opportunities. Though the pollution there would absolutely kill my sensitive skin . Guess I'll have to manage .

I take a deep breath and resume with the packing I left in between to drop off Chris at the airport.
There is so much to do . It was way easier to move from my childhood house to this apartment because regardless of how angry my parents were , when they saw I wasn't going to listen , they had no other choice left and even helped me pack .
This time I'm doing this alone .
I can't even tape the boxes well . Damn it .

After what felt like an eternity , which was basically around 6 hours , I finally managed to pack up all the things that the moving men would take tomorrow morning to my new apartment in Delhi. Naturally I wasn't finished with my packing completely yet , there were still quite a few things to pack. How annoying.

I checked the time and saw that it was 7 o clock, which means I had skipped lunch without even realizing.
Oh, no wonder I was hungry .

I grab a jacket and head out to a restaurant nearby to grab something light .
I hate cooking. Even though it's healthier to eat home cooked meals , I still mostly went out to eat.

I check my phone .
No missed calls . No texts . Perfect .

I get myself a chicken roll and begin to munch on it as I walk on the footpath .
Where should I go ?
Meh , the same old mall it is .

I usually go to the mall whenever I'm bored , but something in me told me " don't go there !"
Why ? I don't understand. It's like my Spidey senses are screaming at me . But I'm not Spider-Man or woman , so I ignore it and go there anyway.

I was window shopping. My favorite thing to do .
I love spending money , but I also like to save it to spend it on expensive things . I'm fucked up, I know . But there has to be more people like me out there who save money earnestly only to spend it on something expensive.

I was looking at an ugly dress on the mannequin, thinking about what was going on in the person's head who made this, when I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder.
It sent a shiver down my spine, in disgust . I hate being touched without my consent, especially by strangers.

Before I could turn around, a low voice whispered into my ears " Long time no see, Evara "