GO TO HELL

Journalism is not only my job but also my passion. And reaching heights and having a great career in it was now my first and foremost aim. And this was possible with the making of my report on "Paranormal Activities", an assignment given to us by our lovely company. I knew that if I made the best report then my heights were absolutely happening.

Working hard has always been the motto for people like me, who crave success. Wasting your entire five months to create a report with full devotion and hoping for your deserved promotion but then realizing, it got stolen by your own best friend is something not very entertaining. When specifically, all you get in return for hard work is nothing but humiliation.

"Betrayal" is a tiny word, but the meaning holds great intensity and perhaps some torture, that exhibits the tolerance of pain that a human heart is capable of. Trust me when I say, that a person would love to live a secluded life than to get betrayed by the one they loved the most. Ironically, the one I trusted the most, turned out to be my biggest blunder in life. He stole my work and said everyone it was his... When I tried to talk and clear out the problem, he made everything sound like I was the one wrong and the one who lied...

I stood there in front of the mirror, defeated. My own face there in the mirror, fuelled my anger, for I felt ugly and useless. "My tears seemed worthless to him. He couldn't even see the hurt on my face. He betrayed me..." With all the turmoil going on in my mind, my hands urged me to punch the mirror and I did not stop from doing so. How foolish was I? It was nobody's fault but mine! I was careless enough to trust my colleague and give him my pen-drive...trusting him blindly. "You are nothing but useless. GO TO HELL!! You deserve to be there!!" I screamed in frustration and kept on punching on the mirror...After all nobody liked the bitter taste of failure, specially when so sure that this time it would be a win. Careless about the blood that was coming out of my fist, I slammed my house door open and dashed out on roads.. I needed air...air to breath in the realisation about how stupid I was...Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize when I reached into the middle of the road until a bright light flashed on my face, probably of a car approaching towards me, and then everything went black...

The moment I again opened my eyes, things became nothing but utterly confusing as I certainly had no idea about how I ended up being in a small brick house, situated on a deserted beach that I'd never seen before. And then suddenly hearing a deep voice coming from a source made me gasp shrilly.

"Are you okay now miss?", the voice asked.

When I turned towards the source of the voice, I was awestruck as I found a handsome man covered with all black, staring at me who felt like had just come out of an ancient Greek god portrait, his pure black eyes were filled with concern. Honestly his appearance really did make me forget the situation in which I was right now. When snapped out from my world by a second call from the unknown being I asked, "Why am I here, and who are you??"
Strangely my question brought a slight smile to the man's face. He calmly replied, "Don't worry lady, I found you lying senseless on the road last night and hence I thought of rescuing you...you are safe now!"
I was nothing but utterly shocked by hearing such a statement, quickly in my defence I replied "But I precisely remember that I have no beach anyway near my city... You are lying!! What do you want from me?".