DARK

Chapter 1

The park was empty as usual at 9:00 pm on that night. The only difference was that it was raining heavily, and street lights seemed just to be a light in a short amount from an oil lamp. Streets were empty, and everyone was probably sleeping in their warm beds peacefully. The walking track, the benches all were empty and there was not a single human being where he was sitting, lost in frequent thoughts about the events that happened just this afternoon. Raindrops were pouring down all over his face even though he was wearing the hood of his gap jacket, but he wasn't bothered for all this at all. The heartbroken feeling of betrayal he just faced and realized was more painful than any other pain in this world. The thunder of lightning was not as terrifying as much as the thunder taking place within his soul. He neither wanted to stay, neither leave, he just wanted to quit. He wanted to run away from all the troubles he was having in his life.

He held his head in both of his hands, the film of his life was playing in his head, in which one thing was constant, FAILURE. He tried to squeeze his head from both of his hands, he felt like his vein is going to burst out any second.

He burst into tears, he started crying, he started screaming, he wanted this pain to end because he was too tired to bear it anymore. He cried and cried and cried and cried until he was tired of crying too.

He stood up, and with eyes full of tears, he walked to his favorite spot in this park, GREENWOOD TREE. After reaching there, he sat under that tree, on wet ground of park, put his hand in his pocket, and took something out. It was a REVOLVER. The rain was now stopped.

He kept staring at that revolver for a while, like he was thinking something. He smiled painfully.

He put his hand in the pocket again, and this time, he took out a pen and a pocket notebook.

He kept that notebook on his lap, wrote something in it. Then put it back in his pocket.

He stood up and turned around in such a way that he was facing that tree from the front.

He smiled again, and with that smile, a tear fell down from his dark brown eyes. With that last tear and last smile, he kept revolver on his forehead and pulled the trigger.

The next moment, the sound of fire broke the silence of the night for a minute or two, meanwhile, he was dead.

Yes, HE WAS DEAD.

The next morning, news hawker found his dead body under the greenwood tree and ran to his house.

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Sikander Khalid opened his door, and saw Umar breathing heavily.

'What happened? Where are you coming from?' He asked Umar.

'Uncle, Uncle... Shahmir..' He wasn't able to complete his sentence.

'Ah, I knew. So tell me, what that stupid has done now?' He asked sarcastically.

'Uncle, he is dead.' Umar told him.

Sikander stared at Umar's face, in disbelief. 

'Are you out of your senses?' He screamed. Umar hugged him and started sobbing, he pushed Umar aside and ran out of the door, where he saw an ambulance coming towards their house. He stopped.

The ambulance stopped at their front door. A man opened the back door of the ambulance and the two guys pulled a stretcher out of it. There was a man on that stretcher, his face covered with a white cloth. 

Sikander stared at that stretcher in disbelief, a guy stopped a few steps ahead of him. He handed him a notebook. He stared at that guy, blankly.

'We found that in his pocket this morning.' He said.

The stretcher was inside his house now. Sikander wasn't able to believe that he's gone. He wasn't with them anymore.

'How is this possible?' He thought, and all of a sudden, he remembered the events from last afternoon. He sat down on the stairs of his house, like there was no life left in his legs anymore.

He stared at that notebook for a second, and opened it.

On the very first page, it was written,

'I didn't want to die.'