Quaint Days

A sincere Help!

I was lying on my bed, even though I wasn't hurt but who explains my excessively caring mother! She is the only one who cares about this lonely person on this vast planet! From the day my father left her, she has grown some exceptional quality of handling things. She is stronger now, as every other woman pretends to be. But she has never really come out of that pain, I know. Why would someone on earth leave a woman like her? WHY?, I yelled, in my mind. Now, it was already 11 p.m., she just gave me the medicines and went to sleep, maybe or maybe not if she might be thinking about me. Anyways, I should also sleep now. But what if....what if I began dreaming like yesterday? No, I should not sleep! I won't sleep and thus I won't dream! Yes, that's absolutely fine!

I woke up! Panting heavily, out of breath, I started wiping the sweat from me! I was in a white-washed room. Ah! The same dream back again! I thought I shouldn't waste any more time on this and let's get it all sorted out. Well then, let's find this time who that guy is. So I was heading toward the main door when my phone beeped. I went out for my phone which was surprisingly in my pocket itself. A text from mom was the reason for the notification. She texted me,'What happened, son? Is anything wrong out there in Daman?' This was a reply to my previous message asking her where I was. I didn't really get what she meant by I was in Daman. I have never been to Daman in my life. And what does the previous dream has to do with this one?

A lot of questions seeking for answers were spinning in my head making my head turn. God, it hasn't been this tough anytime. But I wanted to find answers anyway, so I headed toward the main door, opened it, turned toward the next room and looked back again through the key-hole! Yes, everything was exactly same like the last time I came here. Yellow light beaming out of the hole, as if some sort of sorcery in this night time. The same fat guy resided in! He was shouting at his other mate. Some talk which I might not understand this well but yes I was no noob in this business as well. So, I put my ear onto the key-hole and started listening to what they were speaking.

" You have no right to do this! What will you achieve finally?" a female voice muttered.

"You better shut your mouth, you are just a filthy scoundrel and no less. What do you talk about rights when you yourself are wrong?! You better help me with this or I'll show you your fate, right now! " shouted a manly voice, must be the fat guy's.

The fat man then turned toward me and I knew exactly what is going to happen next, so I was ready to run from there! I stood up and I sneaked away from there. I found an elevator, entered and pressed the ground floor button. I didn't look behind for a moment. Just went on. Suddenly, the elevator started vibrating, some sort of sudden shocks started coming to me! The elevator like lost its control and maybe the cable broke or something and now what I was having was a free fall! Damn! This sad life of mine! The elevator and I fell straight to the ground. The elevator- door opened and the ceiling of the elevator fell on me due to some pseudo force or some kind of inertia which I could not deduce before and within seconds I was on the ground, lying flat and unconscious. My dream broke.

I woke up. Rose from the bed and went straight to the washroom. I had to pee so bad after that horrible incident! While I was having a nice and smooth lubrication, my vision went off to the toilet seat. There was a blood stain on it, a fresh blood stain. I checked out my body and found it was my mouth bleeding this time. Same feelings like the last time- I couldn't feel anything! Now, this is bad. I don't really understand what is happening with my body! I want to live! Oh, holy God tell me that it is not your call to bring me up early! Oh lord! I was in tears! Now it was amazing to see a mixed combination of tears and blood fall from my face but I really wasn't liking it. I wiped the blood off clean and ran out. My mom as always had readied the breakfast. I said, "Thank you, mum. Love you! Bye ", and I left for the college.