The Day When Darkness falls

The Day when Darkness Falls 2

The Unintended

Seriousness of my brother's death stroked my brain only after seeing mom weep over his cemetery. Only then I got the information about the family ring which was the only proof to that the deceased was my brother. It was passed over and over by the eldest heirs of the family and was prevailing more than 300 years. It was now my property as per the rules after my brother's death. But my dad did not give that to me instead he wore it in his own finger. I was looking at the ring and continued to see it when dad took it from the shelf near the ashes jar of my brother till he wore it on his ring. I came back from my thoughts when a bug from nearby woods bit my leg. I was still looking at my ring as the view of ring on my dad's ring faded out of my eyes.

My room was a single wooden box near the forest so it was usual to encounter bugs and insects in my room. I had to get ready for work. I am a woodcutter in a camp which was around 2 miles away from my place. I pulled over an old denim jean which was one of the only possessions I had and a dusty t-shirt covered with saw dust. Took my hand saw and set out to the door. It was a creaky one with one foot unclosed at the top and bottom. Door was the name which I called it but it did not look like one. I made that myself using wooden planks and nailed it to keep it together when I moved in. I pushed the door and came out.

It was colder outside than it was on the inside. I started to walk in the direction of camp through the woods which was dense and dark during this early morning. To say the truth it was always dark as the trees were so close so that penetration of sunlight was impossible and during this part of the year it was very cloudy and there was a chance of storm anytime. At last of the second mile my camp came into view.

There were a one or two workers already on the camp and they were changing to work clothes which they wore while working. As for me these were the clothes I had to wear everywhere. My mere salary was hardly enough to get some bread for my stomach. Others were stealing woods from the boss while I didn't have guts or buyers to offer for wood. Suddenly I had a lurch inside my stomach which remained me that I had not eaten the earlier night managed to sleep with meager bread that was offered at the camp for earlier day lunch. I went to the table were they keep bread for the workers. As this place was very remote from the nearest town boss arranged for little stock of bread here to help the workers. It was free of course. Even if I was hungry I took only one piece of bread and found a bench near my workplace. I sat down there and started eating it. As I started to eat, I began to drift away in the thoughts..........

I came back to the point where I left when my dad was wearing his ring which was soon going to be mine. There were some blank pages of memory after that which I do not remember now. I loved the life without my brother. Everything which was his' and we shared is completely mine now. A year passed away without a trail. My dad was too a woodcutter but he had known ways how to bring money home. One day there was a loud scream from the living room. I was terrified and ran up there. I saw mom lying on the floor crying out loud curling herself and folding her arm around knees as she cried. I started to cry on seeing mom bursting tears. Tears were flowing down her face and started to make an impression on the floor. She went unconscious in sometime unable to cry. I knew the reason my father's fellow worker Chris and few others brought the dead body of my father in an ambulance. He was torn all over and still bleeding. It was believed that wolf attacked my father. But no one seems to know what happened they never had a chance to ask him what had happened.

It was last wish of my father to bring him dead or alive before taking to the hospital. It was the only words uttered by my father when Chris found him said Chris to my mom. She started to cry even more loudly on hearing this. I could not help her but stand there and weep. As soon as his funeral was over and everyone went in their direction leaving my mom and me alone. The Ring finally came into my hands. Mom said I can wear it while giving it to me. I could see her face swollen due to crying and still she was weeping sometimes sitting on the couch looking at my dad's picture. But I was a bit happy and all I cared about that time was the RING...........................