Forever?

Prologue

"Ami.." my mother yells from two rooms away, getting my little brother ready for school,"Its 6.30 and you're not ready yet. Hiding under the sheets isn't going to get you through your exams. Dada has already left to the church. Hurry up!!! "

Yes! my house is haunted with early birds. I Did not sleep at night. Cried my eyes out. He was being an ass to me. I knew it was an end of an era. I opened my phone and read the messages he sent,

Reached Bangalore.

At least he had the courtesy to text me. The only solution was to distance this guy from my life. It was hard. I gazed outside my window. The beautiful December morning flashing on the western Ghats was visible outside my window. I lived in one of India's most beautiful places, the Western Ghats. These green mountain ranges and the cold weather compared to the rest of the country made the tourists live here for eternity. I have been living here for twenty years now and never got bored of it. Lucky for me, I am studying in this world renowned University which is one hour away from my home and unlike my college mates I am a day scholar and I get to cherish the warmth of my family. Semester seven results are a week away. Vacation time: All my Classmates have gone home. Not that I was in good terms with them...

Suddenly , I feel a slap on my back. "Ami , you wasted ten minutes staring outside" , my mom yells at me and turns me towards her. " Oh my God Ami , you look terrible," She places her palm on my fore head. " Are you OK ? Did you sleep well? "

" Yeah Mama, I am fine "

"OK then, get ready, you are already five minutes late".

I quickly freshen up, change my clothes and rush outside. Lets see if Jesus can heal my wounds.

Riding a two wheeler on a wet muddy road to the church in the morning with very scarce sleep at night, early morning sinus infection and with a head full of emotional problems isn't a piece of cake. My head still wanders around the words he uttered yesterday. I was wrong. I cant deal with the change. I cannot deal with the changes that involve him.

In a minute or less, I find myself sliding on the slope, trying to connect with my scooter by grabbing it. But it seems like friction hates me. The sliding friction is not my friend. To top it all, I hear those words inside my head, "you have no friends" , I hear my vehicle roaring in the swamp. I get a surging pain on my back. In a while, I feel nothing. I feel the reality before I feel nothing. It says, your mama loves you , your poor Dada loves you. Your special brother Allen is who you live for and to be a scientist, was your dream.