Crossing The Devils Path

chap 10

Sometimes our dreams are like a mirror to our thoughts or problems. They show us what we hav been burying deep inside our minds and hearts without acknowledgement.
They remind us of unsolved problems, our pasts which left deep scars....wounds which weren't closed but left unattended instead.
That is what nightmares are made up of our fears and us....

At some point of time I must've fainted due to my fear or slept due to exhaustion. Being closed in this closet reminded me of all my fights I left unfinished...all my fears which I never faced. Unconsciously the darkness gave way to my thoughts. Sitting there made me realise  not everyone will be there for you when you need them . Not because they dont want to but because they might know what your goin through.  Its a part of life sometimes you need to be your own hero. So I sat there in the dim light of the closet thinking about all possible things my future...my present.

Suddenly my leg touched something which felt like a box. I turned around to see that it was a cardboard box hidden under the shoe rack. So I decided to take a look. But as I was going to open it a thought crossed my mind.
Wouldn't this be invasion of privacy ? But this is the best distraction from your claustrophobic fear .
Putting my thoughts aside I decided to take a look. There were photos , greeting cards and an album. I started looking at the photos first.
They were taking from perfect angles , all of them had Richard with a beautiful girl in his arms but in different poses. It looked like they were on a vacation.  A really happy one. That girl was beautiful with blond hair sharp features and a cute smile. The way he looked at her in all the pictures showed how much he loved and adored her. Looking at them so much in love a tinge  of jealousy spread in my heart.
So lucky this girl was to be loved so much by him. From the pictures it was evident he treated her like a princess.
I hadnt realised I was crying until a tear dropped on my hand . I didn't wipe my eyes because looking at those pictures made me realise and remember how much I was in love once....only with the wrong person.
Next I started seeing the greeting cards. They were all written with lovely quotes and poems. From them I deducted that the girl he loved her name was Samaira. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl .
I smiled and as I was about to take a look at the album  when a drep voice interrupted me.