Till The Count Of Five ✓

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

If I rot, you'll have to bear the smell of my flesh; the feel of my ripped skin tightened around my bones that'll match yours. If I rot, I'll still manage to merge with you.

Nolan

15th May 2019, Wednesday
20:00

He fell. He fell.

"No, you did it." I could hear my own voice. It was like I had stuck in time. Through the mirror, I saw my face, angry, scared, ready to pounce and he said only one thing over and over again. You did it. Look what I have to do now.

"Nolan."

I could hear her but I couldn't see her. I tried to look over my own shoulder, his shoulder. Where was she?

"Nolan." Cold air hit my face.

I turned back to reality as Kiara leaned over and opened the door of my side. Her hands weren't red anymore but that was all I could see. Red. Dark red, sometimes brown. I glanced at my own hands. They looked clean and I almost laughed. They were always clean. Yet somehow, I knew Mehak was still alive and Hardik, if he was as lucky as Shay, then yes. I would not count on that. It was the second floor.

Kiara got out of the car and Max stared at me through the rear view mirror. I stepped out as well, walking to the door. I was surprised at our reflexes. We had got out of the house. She had pulled me away from the room. I had pushed us towards my car and far from the scene. I did not dare to look back, directly going to Max. He asked nothing and I was thankful. So very thankful.

"I'm sorry," Kiara said, entering my home. I called Dad just to check if he was here. He wasn't.

"Wash your hands," I said and pointed at the kitchen. "And give me your handkerchief."

She pulled the bloody cloth out. I took it from her, tore it into shreds, then threw it in the dustbin and covered it with my own clean handkerchief. I sighed. It was done. We were both done for. Ruined. The tap turned off and I lifted my head.

"Did you fight with her over what Vicky told you about Hardik?" I asked.

She stopped and shook her head. Only now that we were far away from there did she allow her eyes to speak. They watered a little but she shook her head again and the tears had been pushed back. I beckoned her to sit on the couch. She did. Pushing her hair aside, I inspected her neck. He had left some gruesome imprints.

"It doesn't hurt." Her voice sounded raspy. "I'm fine. At least I'm fine physically."

11th April 2019, Thursday
19:00

I stepped away from the noise for a moment and devoured the silence engulfing me. In a public toilet, it smelled humid and heavy, with a touch of over applied common deodorant. But at times, our mind desired things that simply stripped our heart of the things it loved to cherish. I wouldn't find that here, so the silence was golden. My eyelids drooped and I felt as if I'd sleep, but I only shut my eyes to stop thinking. The door outside banged and I opened my eyes to look at what had happened.

Mehak stood with her back, talking to Ashiamma who held a phone and looked as uninterested as Mehak.

"Why do it? He's not going to pick up," Ashiamma said.

"You don't really care much. I'm actually curious to know when one of you two will call it off because you're not interested."

She scowled. "Why are you concerned? I'm not going to waste my day on any drama." The scowl fell back and she smiled at Mehak. Mehak, on the other hand, didn't look half as cheerful as her.