Revived Souls

P A R T T h r e e

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|T H R E E|our Schemes
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Flynn and I discussed the schemes which could be helpful for our "assisted self killing" and I couldn't agree less. We decided that we'd die together. It was evening when I received a call from Him. My hands involuntarily shivered and my mind froze for a second. Acknowledging my sudden demeanor, Flynn raised an eyebrow. "What happened? You look like you've seen a ghost."

I bit my lip anxiously and drew a long breathe. I couldn't believe that I forgot about his apalling existence. "It was my boyfriend. He is probably looking for me. And...if he ever finds me, he is going to kill me. And...I don't want to be dead by his gruesome hands. I don't want to be killed by him. No!!"

I was shaking by then.

"Relax. Okay. He is in San Francisco. He won't know that you are here." Flynn tried to soothe me. "Besides you're not alone, I'm here. He can't lay a hand on you as long as I'm there."

I weakly nodded. "Thanks."

He managed to give a small smile.

"You want to kill yourself because you don't wish to die by his hands."

"Yeah."

"I don't think you deserve to die. As far as I know, I think you're an amazing person and I don't think you should let one person be the reason for your decision to die." His gaze was sharp as he was looking into my soul.

" I don't find a reason why I should live. I have no place to go. I can't face my unbiological family. No ways would I even want to return home to that drunkard. I am beyond broken. Its just like...I am a burden, you know. My real parents never wanted me. My adoptive parents wanted to keep the truth away from me. I don't know how to feel anymore. I just feel numb and feel like I'm drowning in the sea of nothingness. That is even worse than feeling pain."

I wasn't even crying. I just didn't feel the joy in living. I felt empty like every breathe I take is just a sheer waste as if my cease in existance wouldn't bother anyone. Even if I lived, nobody would love or care for me. Sure, my unbiological parents can dupe me by saying that they did love me but I wouldn't feel love and I would only feel betrayal. Even if I died, no one would cry in my funeral. I wasn't a legend.

In high school, I was the "dorky prudish loner" and I never had best friends. My only best friend was my adoptive brother. I wasn't bullied but I was invisible all through out my school years. I was bad at socialising and I remember how I use to conjure imaginary friends in my mind and speak to them when I was in elementary. I was the "shrinking violet" and my peers used to call me the "mute child". Then, through my hard studying I was accepted to my dream college, Columbia University through a scholarship. My adoptive parents weren't filthy rich or owned a mansion. They were middle class and hence, my upbringing was never grand.

"Well, I know how that feels. I have been there a few times. It feels like you're damn alone in this world. Like in this world of seven billion people, there aint one that could totally understand how you feel. And What you feel is just a lot of emotions overlapping each other and you feel confused and you feel lost. Trust me I know that feeling." Flynn drifted me from my world of thoughts. He threw his head back and his eyes were emotionless just like mine were. Realization then dawned on me that maybe he is just like me. Maybe we were the only ones who could understand each other. There was that 'universality of human emotions' and maybe that was the case between us. But that can't stop us from dying. We are already in the brink of death and nobody could drag us back. Not even us.

"Do you want to try those schemes we discussed? I don't feel like living." I tucked a clump of my hair behind.

He dryly laughed lacking any humor."Why not?. Life is worst for the good people."He looked out of the window."Not that I am a saint. I have done my fair share of bad deeds. But punishing me like this..."He paused and got up. "Come on."

I followed him to the mini kitchen of our hotel room. He picked up a knife and looked at me. He gave it to me. "Are you ready?"

I took it and nodded.

I placed it on my wrist and he counted to three. "OKAY!!"

I slid the knife through my wrist hard but nothing happened. I tried harder. Still Nothing. I tried harder and harder with all my might. Not a blood poured from my skin. I grew frustrated and Almost pierced it to my skin and I was damn surprised. Nothing Happened.

"Why the hell is it not going to my skin? Why Am I alive?" I cried in annoyance.

Flynn looked at me and frowned. "It didn't happen to me either. What the heck is wrong?"

"Why don't we do it for each other?"

"Okay." He stood next to me and peered at me searching for any reluctance. When he found none, he tried to slit but nothing happened. He took a deep breathe and tried again. The Same freaking Result.

"We need to try something else." I said.

"Like What?"

"Poison our food"

He smiled sadly and muttered a silent "okay".

It was night and he had bought the take over and also had bought the pesticide. We stood near the table and I watched as he poured the pesticide all over our pizza. We looked at each other in silence.

"Lets put an end to our misery." He softly murmured.

We took a piece and again looked at each other. He gave me a reassuring nod. We were about to put the poisened slice of pizza into our mouths when the fire alarm siren went all around the corridor.

I was contemplating about dying in the fire perhaps but somebody started knocking heavily on our door. Flynn ran to the door and opened it. It was the reception guy and he was gasping for breathe. "There's a fire on the fifth floor. RUN!!" And he ran tugging our hands along with him and making sure that everyone evacuated the building.

We rushed through the emergency stairs along with the others. There were some women wailing and screaming. But in the midst of these screams, I heard another scream and it was of a little girl. I immediately stopped as I saw her crying looking for her mother among the crowds. "Mama!!" She was screaming but nobody heard a thing because everybody was in the midst of their own escape that they were unable to find an escape for somebody else.

Flynn grabbed my hand and motioned me to run. I pointed at the little girl crying. I didn't waste another minute as I picked her up and ran. Flynn just looked at me as we ran out into the outside of the hotel where everybody was assembled.

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A/N

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