"𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 a 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦."
The sole heir of the Singhaniya's and the embodiment of devastation, Ved Singhaniya, acquired a curse from a previous life. But there is always a cure for...
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A K I R A
The moon was prominently flashing its scars on the huge cape of darkness. The stars twinkled accompanying me in my abyss. A loud rattling sound erupted from my behind, but that made no effect on me as I was deeply engrossed in my own thoughts.
The thoughts of having lived a life that was never there, a life which was a facade, and only a facade. Somewhere between the found, there was me completely unknown to myself. I had no one in this tremendous world, I was just another moon among all the Stars. Bounded by many yet lonely. Loved by many yet unloved.
I was seated on the chair near the window of my hallway. The surroundings were all dark and quiet. My cheeks began to well up with tears as the images from this evening resurfaced in my mind. The blood, the flesh, the smell, it was so appallingly hunting my head like a predator.
"Aaaahhhhhhh!" I screamed clutching tightly onto my hair as more drops of pain fled my cheeks like a river. The rattling sound reached my ears again. I sprained my head down on my knees.
Will he come today? Is he here? I thinned my lips tight while shutting down my thoughts. Not forgetting he was the main suspect I had. Or maybe because I didn't know anyone else to blame.
If there was a part of me hating him, there was still a part of me who wanted to see him. To hold him and cry. I didn't know, what kind of feeling it was nor did I know to explain it, but it was like I wanted to see him as much as I wanted him to vanish into nowhere. I wanted him to never come to my sight yet craving him to be there.
All the way long, wherever I went, I always felt someone walking behind me, keeping eyes on me without posing a threat on me by any means. And now that the shadow is no longer behind me, I was empty and forsaken. I was lost so deep in my own thoughts, yet I could clearly see the fine line between reality and my musings.
Perhaps, because I had no one to turn to, but he'll always, somehow be there. Behind me, beside me, always...
Fear and pain inundated my bones sending chill thrills down to my spine as I felt an unknown presence behind me. My grips tightened on my shoulder.
"Missed me, Little Akira?"
My body stiffened and I looked straight into the darkness of my room behind me. There was no one. It was empty. Just me. Not even my own shadow was there.
Was I hearing his voice? Isn't he here? My heart afflicted at the sight of nothing but darkness. I was expecting him to be here. WHY!?
I wanted to hit my head on the wall hard. I wanted to bleed rivers and swim in my own sorrows. I wanted to see him but I was craving to kill him for he had me in his trap all the while, even when I didn't want to, I do what he says. And I fucking hate it. Everything began the day he appeared in my life. The day he brought me those peonies and I was a blockhead to go on a date, with a total stranger, and potentially a murderer.
