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2. Illusion Of Safety

13/5/17

Sleep eluded me, calmness avoided me, patience was literally miles away from me and all sorts of fears were stabbing me on my chest. Lying on the bed, unable to sleep, I could do nothing but think of all the possibilities that might have led to my parents disappearance. This must be what prisoners feel like. It was 2 o'clock. My eyes were wide open. I don't know what I was looking at. The moonlight on the wall fluttered in front of me. I was amazed by its movement, its grace, its presence. Atleast there was something with me that moved.

I lay on the bed for another half an hour and then I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't wait anymore. Where ARE my parents? I jumped from the bed, ran towards the hall. I had to go looking for help. I loathe myself for not coming to that decision earlier. I picked the keys and locked the door. As I waited for the lift, a thought disturbed me. "Whom will I go to?". I'll try and explain what i felt like at that point of time. Have you ever been in an aeroplane? You must have seen the emergency exit opening onto the wings. But have you ever wondered what's the point of having an emergency exit at a height of 30,000 feet? Just an illusion of safety. You know it can't help you yet you feel safe.(I love Tyler Durden).I doubted if there was anyone I would find to help me but the thought of looking for help gave me an inexplicable relief. However, I couldn't let my doubts pull me back. I had to try.