WHITE NOISE

CHAPTER 13

Brandon

Have you ever felt love so intense that it has elevated itself to the height that it causes pain?? so much so that it has numbed down every other sensation in your body?? It shrouds your senses with nothing but a longing that never ceases to exist, the source of your pain and your misery could just be sitting right in front of you, but the longing never goes, just that it multiplies to the extent that you want your existence to disintegrate and become one with the one you love, you want to feel their heart, their mind, their soul, be their every breathe that they take and every sight that they take in, every dream that their mind conjures up when they sleep and be the first thing that fall sin the line of their sight when they open their eyes in the morning. Everything would have been so beautiful, if only everything was so simple, but its not. Love can be mad crazy and a source of your pain, when everything you need, want and dream of, is merely just a dream. Love is the white noise that jarrs up the mind and soul and never lets you move on. So what do you do?? You take the pain till it consumes you, till you can't take it anymore and then everything you touch, turns to poison.

Pain.

Pain is all that I had ever felt, and what have always made come back to the realization that I have breathes left in me, that I am still alive for some reason. It was pain that slowly started off like a slow pulse in my left arm until it erupted into my whole body like I was branded with fire, but in each and every nerve and vein of my body. My eyes popped open as I felt a hot burn in my wounded arm and hiss that confirmed that Something hot was placed on me. A shrill cry erupted from somewhere deep within me, which caused a series of reactions from someone standing close to me, hovering over my face. I felt a sudden gasp, followed by falling of something on the floor making a clinking sound and footsteps backing off from my side in a rush.

My vision was blurred as I felt my tears clouding my eyes due to the unbearable pain piercing the entirety of my arm, my body and my head. I blinked my eyes a few times before I saw a black tar ceiling marred with cob-webs, dust and a few tiny holes through which sunlight beamed in in tiny rays. I felt warm as the room glowed in mild sunlight that peeped through various gaps and holes in the roof. I turned my head to the right to try and take in the surrounding as I slowly and painfully recall the last pieces of memory that came back to be in flashes, of blood...lots and lots of blood.. and my dagger....... and painful cries of a girl... I squinted my eyes closed as I recalled, being......Angry and mad ...... Watching her sit......She was beautiful....And I tied her hands .......and .......Maya!!.... Suddenly my eyes opened as everything came back to me like a punch in the gut, and I frantrically turned my head only to find something moving slightly in the corner of the room. The small shed that I had been lying in had little light, yet it blinded my eyes as to see what was around me, so I had to focus really hard to see a white figure with tattered black cloth was standing in the corner of the room, with its back on the wall, as if afraid.....of something....of...ME.

"....M..Maya..??" My voice was barely more than a whisper, as the movement of the figure froze, and it held something tightly to its chest.

I waited for sometime for her to respond to me. When she didn't I moved my hand and held onto something that was close to me, latching onto it I waited for sometime before I tried to get up when suddenly...

"stop.....d.don't move." I heard her say in a soft voice, that had my shoulders tensed with unknown tension of being in proximity of the one person who was the source of my pain, my happiness, my everything. Yet she held the power now, so I just laid there and waited as she slowly emerged from her corner and as she came closer I could see light falling on her face, revealing her cold, gentle features. She came closer, and I could see she held a small iron bar in her hand that looked like a hot rod of metal, as I could see smoke was emanating from it. The realization dawned on me that she burned my wounds for my hand and the deep gnashes to be free from infection. Yet as she stepped closer, it seemed like she was ready to strike any moment. There was fear, laced with anger yet something else in her eyes that I could not comprehend.

"t...try something funny and I will not hesitate to brand your eyes with this hot rod." it took some courage from her to say these words as I could clearly hear her voice shaking, and I smirked internally as these were the first words she had addressed to me. My growing pace of the beat of my heart had nothing to do with her petty excuse of a threat, neither was it due the burning pain in my body, it was a different fire that I felt in the first time in my heart, as my heart beat with something akin to hope, that spread a warm feeling in my body. My battered body was pulsing with life at the first words she spoke to me, and this was something I had never felt even in the most beautiful dreams I had seen with her in them.

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