Nevermore

Chapter 5

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"Roshan!" I call out anxiously.

That soft tiger track in the mud worries me. I haven't seen him all day! What if he's been attacked by that beast or mauled to death?

The hysteria is closing in fast, but I have to know if he's okay. 

Just as I go to dash into the house, Roshan comes bursting through the front door.

"Nisha! Are you alright? What's wrong?" he asks in confusion.

"I-I saw a tiger earlier, and the-then there was this track and I-I thought-" I stutter in gracious relief. He's okay. 

I push the hair back from my face and raise my eyes from the ground. My hands are shaking from the scare.

I breathe a shaky laugh, "Don't worry, I'm fine. You're fi-..." I trail off as I finally look into his face. 

He's gone completely white. He trembles ever so slightly. It's as if he's seen a ghost. 

"You saw a tiger?" he says, his voice strained. 

"Yes, but it was okay-" 

"No! It's not okay!" he suddenly bursts. "You don't understand, Nisha, it's dangerous! You could have been killed!"

I take a step back. Where is this coming from? I know I still haven't figured this strange boy out, but where is this sudden anger coming from? I understand why he is so upset, but I'm here. I'm alive. Plus, I knew to be scared. 

He shakes his head as if to clear his sudden violate nature. 

"Why don't we go inside?" I quietly ask.

He nods his head in agreement.

Slowly, as if not to startle each other, we stalk back towards the warmly-lit house. Roshan takes a seat at the table, and gestures that I do the same. I can tell he's really worried, and he has a right to be. I was scared, too. 

His jaw ticks with unspoken questions. My knee bounces anxiously under the table. 

Finally I break the silence, "You called the tiger, "it." The animal could have been one of thousands, but you addressed that one as, 'it,'" I murmur. That was bugging me. It was almost as if he knew the animal. 

He sighs. "There are things I can't tell you. Not yet, not until you tell me why you really ran here. What were you doing in the forest, Nisha?"

My blood runs cold. It's my turn to see the ghost. I can't tell him. I''d be dangerous for him if he knew what I had run from. Attempted murder. All in a second, I see that night again. The dark hallway- wicked Biren- the scowling statuette- the blood. 

I can't tell him. Ever.

I echo my thoughts, "I will be forever thankful for you allowing me into your home, but it would be dangerous to tell you why I came here. I hope you can appreciate that," I end as sincerely as I can.