Darkness of the truth

Chapter - 9(Dehradoon)

I could not believe that my dada was not there, with me! He was not just my elder brother, he was my best friend. I shared everything with him, each and every single word. Only he could understand me. Why!! Why the thing happened to us?.
I was broken. I never talked to anybody for a whole week. I never ate, I did not get out from my room. I cried a lot, but he never returned back to me. I could not accept that dada was got vanished like magic.
Where was he? I was worried and became so much restless.
Two months were gone? But we haven't got any update about him. I almost stopped going school. I was depressed in humanly. A thought, disturbed my mind many times. I thought, I should not say him about that man. If I didn't, maybe he would be with us. But afterwards I thought again, and I got this theory was insane. How that man would be responsible for this!?
I became so quiet that I stopped talking myself. And dad!. He was broken too. At first mom and then dada. He lost two most important parts of his life. I was sure that he also cried.
After three months we lost the last hope of getting him back when police said that they did not find dada till that time.
Dad was worried, about him, about me. He started arguing with me to keep me with him to Mumbai. I denied a lot but at last I accepted the defeat from him. When I thought about it, I realised that I was here for dada, but now he was not here, we did not know where was he! He was not with me, so what could I do there!? I should go with dad. He had no one except me. I should go. And finally I left Kolkata with dad. I left my school, my home, and of course I left all the memories of dada. Police was tried to find him. But got no response. And we had to leave the hope.
On the certain date me and dad reached the airport to get the flight for Mumbai. And on a specific time we left the land of Kolkata. In the whole air way I was thinking of dada. I wished to be with him in my first air journey. In this way we reached Mumbai.
Everything was normal. I've got admitted to the Cathedral John Connon High School, in class VI in the mid term of the year. Everything was new for me. People, house, city, and most of them was me. I had changed totally after dada's gone.
In all that situation I forgot about that man. Naturally I forgot about that feeling.
One day I felt a known discomfort. That feeling was very much known to me. Suddenly I remembered about that man. I remembered about that feeling. I was worried again,but I was not afraid that time. At the end of the class that day I was on the way of my new house. I took admission in guitar classes. Suddenly I saw that a lady was following me. And I felt the same uneasiness, just like I said felt before. I was trying to escape from her, and got in my car. I reached home at around 5:00pm. I went to dad's study room to see him. He was working, as usually. I thought for a while to tell him about what I saw. But didn't, actually I couldn't. I did not knew but a thought, or maybe I can say a fearful though came to my mind.
When I told dada about my fear, I lost him. Now if I say this to dad, so maybe......
Well. I was thinking all those stuffs standing near the door, when dad called me in. I entered. And he said "hey! I was just looking for you when the driver said you were in the guitar class. Nice.. Well I have a news for you"
I asked "news? What dad?"
He said "I'm going to Dehra for two months and you gonna come with me"
I screamed "Dehradoon! Two months! But school??"
He said "don't worry about it, I have already talked with your principal, I don't want to leave you here."
I agreed.
I knew, after dad's incident he got too much worried about me. That was natural. Actually I also did not wanted to lose him.
We were going to there from where my story had started.
My birthplace. All the mysteries were there. I did not knew that I was going face my reality, my fears, my existence and most of those were the reasons of my birth.
And the truth started revealing the darkness.....