MELINOE

No way out

Chapter – 8
“But you have to help me out with shifting all stuffs,” Noah took his age old ice-blue towel and left for a shower. I gave a sigh of relief. And darted my eyes around the room, I came very first after being into our new home. It had been a day we are in this place, but the list of happenings that had taken place in less than 24hours made me feel I had been here for ages. Noah had this habit of taking his Walkman to shower ever since Dad had gifted it to him on his 17th birthday, he and his musical world! And here, the strings of my fragile life are playing horrid tunes all day long.
Well, is it really possible that the evil my body fought with last night and the awardee guy I saw on the noticeboard today are the same? Great heavens! What is all this!? My mind was fucked up. He looked the sanest creature in the pictures, composed and joyous. And the soul that’s screwing my peace is a DEVIL. I mean that word. It is like heaven and hell made their ways out and met at a juncture.
As I was very busy in this very important internal conversation with myself, a sudden sharp cool breeze pricked the skin of my bare face and neck, and my ears felt frozen. I turned towards the window, which, surprisingly, were shut. The eerie breeze capsulated me. I pulled Noah’s blanket over, and continued the mindtalk. What was that Niki wanted to say? What does she know about that guy, and how? Right then, I got a feeling that I was being watched. The unsure feeling nailed me down. I looked at the door. Underneath, I could see a dark shadow making its way partially inside the room. I sat up looking at the shadow, put off the blanket and took my steps closer to the door. I bent down to the peephole.
All my hair follicles got sensitized at one go. I saw two white eyes of a dark shadow, glaring straight into me through the hole. I was taken aback in an involuntary reflex, my body shuddering more than I could stand. I banged at the door of the restroom, panting and bawling “NOAAAA!! NOAAAAAAAH!” but there was no reciprocation. My body crawled on the floor and curled up under Noah’s bed with my hands hugging my folded knees tight, as I quivered vigorously thinking of those terrifying orbs I just saw. Both my palms tried hard to hold back the noise as my breaths got louder. The door slammed open and all I could sense around was silence. That silence sounded like my deathbell. I felt deafness banging my eardrums. Drops of sweat slipped down my cheeks and the frowns on my forehead felt cold. My eyeballs were stationed at the open door and the darkness outside, waiting for my death as my screams reached nowhere..
And right then, a black hand caught hold of my left leg at the ankle and started dragging me ruthlessly out of the room. I couldn’t help myself, everything happening around felt too virtual to be withstood. All I could sense was deafness and darkness. I felt dizzy in my desperate efforts to survive all that was happening. I couldn’t clearly picturise the body that yanked me up the stairs without any mercy. The stairs rubbed sharply against my captivated body and my soul kept whimpering, lacking any energy or desire to breathe. I could hear my heart beats echo and beat more violent than my ribs could keep. I groaned as my body was shroved into my room and I hit the dresser with a loud thud. As I averted my eyes to the door, it closed with a bang and locked me in this deathspace, lone and miserable. I realized I have got NO WAY OUT from this.