FICTOBER '24

Boots

# Possessed #

Isn't it pretty, Emma?

For the 45th time, YES! It's a very very pretty, beautiful, fantastic, priceless pair of Boots! Ok, Sam?

I know. It will definitely suit me. With my shirt and the jeans, I will be the talk of the town in the college, tomorrow.

Yeah. Yeah. Stop bragging, Sam. You don't even have classes tomorrow. I have. So.... If you know what I mean.

(Without understanding what Emma meant), I CAN brag. I bought it with my hard earned money on my part time. Did you know I saved every single penny for the past 8 months to buy this boots? How could you know? You are a spendthrift after all.

Heyyyyyy. There is absolutely no need for name calling. You can brag. I am going to sleep now. I have class tomorrow. Okay?

Grrrrr. Okay, Ms. No Boots. Let's go to sleep.

When sam woke up, she saw Emma was trying to wear the boots. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING EMMA?", Sam shouted.

"Ohhhh. You woke up! Sam, Can I wear the boots to the college today? My boyfriend is visiting me. It will look good on me. You don't even have classes today. Please!!!!! Can I wear it today? Pleasssssse Sammy!

(with hesitating tone) But, I haven't even wear it for once.

Pleasssssse Sam, It's just for the day! I will take care of it well. I'm your best friend, Right?

(With love and hate where hate being more) OKAY! Wear it! BUT, EVEN IF I FIND A SINGLE MARK OR SCRATCH...... I WON'T BE YOUR BEST FRIEND ANYMORE!

Sure, Sam!!!! Thank you so much. See you!

Yeah. See you!," Sam gasped a huge breath. Her mood was spoiled for the day.

With in few minutes, she heard a loud thud sound outside her apartment and heard someone wailing. She ran outside. Emma fell on the bottom floor of the stairs, face first and she was bleeding heavily from her nose & ears. She tried telling about boot lace, tripping. But, Sam couldn't understand properly as Emma was in concussion, shock and blabbering words randomly.

She grabbed her, went back to the room and made her lie on the bed. Sam gave her first aid, removed her boots and made her sleep. Though she was worrying for Emma, she was slightly relieved that her boots were undamaged. As she was slightly caressing her boots, a hand grabbed her from behind all of a sudden.

With a shock, Sam woke up from the sleep. It was all a dream. Emma was getting ready for the college. When she saw that Sam woke up, Emma asked whether she can use her boots for her day.

Feeling like a Dejavu, Sam explained her dream to the Emma with utmost concern. Emma after hearing everything, woke up, moved slowly towards the door, turned back to her and said, "You could have just told I don't want to share the boots, Sam. You don't need to kill me in your imagination"

Sam worriedly said, "No Emma. Believe me. There is something wrong. The boots could be possessed."

"Possessed. Ha ha. It's not possessed, Sam. It's called Possessiveness. You are very possessive to your boots. Your mind won't let me use it even in your dreams. You and your boots. I don't want it. Bye", Emma left to the college.

With the words of Emma running on her mind, Sam watched the boots in the corner of the room. The lace flicked in the air.