The Red Journal

Last Breath

29 August 2010

Anvi's POV

That's it. I can't take it anymore. I need to tell everyone what's going on with me. I can't keep things to myself, at least not now when my best friend got punished now. Yes, the second punishment was given to Sara. She had an accident while cycling and the irony is she is a district level champion in cycling.

I had cried when I saw her lying in the hospital bed. Her injuries were way more serious than Vidya's. The doctors are not sure whether she could be able to walk anytime soon or not. Her parents had already decided not to let her become an athlete which was her dream and all because of me.

"Will you stop crying or should I smack you on your head?" Sara asked angrily. I had been crying ever since I had come to the hospital to see her.

"Damn girl! I am alive and yet you are crying as if I have died." I hugged her tightly the moment those words came out of her mouth.

"Anvi, what's wrong. I am alive and so what if the doctor said I can't walk anytime soon. He didn't say I can't. Chill, babe."

"It's....al...all...be...because...of..me."

"Idiot girl, just because you weren't there with me. It doesn't mean it's your fault."

"You got....got...puni...punished....because....of..me...It's my fault."

"Anvi, are you high or something. What are you talking about?" Wiping my tears I pulled back and drank a glass of water before narrating everything to Sara.

"I knew something was wrong with you. You were suffering and yet you chose to be silent," she said.

"I am sorry," I said lowering my head. She hugged me and this time she was crying too.

"I am glad you are fine, you idiot girl. You have been suffering from all the shit and I didn't have any idea," she said crying. She asked me about the journal and I told her it was with me only as I always keep it with me only as I don't want anyone else to be get tangled in this mess because of me. Sara read the journal too and said,

"It looks ancient and these messages, they too seemed as if they were written years ago."

"These messages were not here before."

"Are you sure, no one had seen this journal except you?"

"More than sure." Nodding at me she said,

"Pass me that phone." Her father's phone was kept on the table and I passed it to her.

"What are you doing?" I asked her when I saw her typing something on google.

"Searching about it on google."

"How will google solve this problem?"

"Stupid girl, this journal seemed ghosted to me or related to any cult or something. I am sure you are not the first one dealing with something like this and if someone had faced anything like this I am sure they would have shared their story."

After continuously browsing and searching for half an hour she said, "Bingo."

"What? Did you find anything?"

"Yes. Check this out." She said and showed me her finding.

It said back in the 1950s there was a guy who came across such kind of journal. The story of his was similar to mine except for the fact that he got rid of that journal very early.

All he did was torn the pages of the journal, painted it black so that no one can read it and threw the papers in a river.

"Do you think it will work?" I asked as the last time destroying the journal didn't work.