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Chapter 4: 12:34 am
He got up, his world swinging. He looked around. Bloody.
All bloody around, the floor drenched with his blood. His clothes drenched in his own blood and his love…drenched in her own blood.
He tried to get up, but useless. He turned his head towards his love who lied there, motionless.
His eyes struck with a zombie…bloody, twisted, horror in his eyes, crawling on the floor. He looked deeper.
It was him.
He looked at the figure in the mirror, shocked beyond belief, but not more than he was, when his own “girl” hit him thrice.
His face was bloody, flesh showed up here and there…the second blow made him, from the handsome cute guy, to the zombiec creature.
He looked down, not able to stand that show.
The air was filled with unknown noises…very dark…very deep. The rustling of leaves, oozing of winds, and barking of stray dogs, all added to the monotonous atmosphere.
He tried to get up, yet again, but no. He was too broken to stand up on his feet again, so quickly. Both physically and emotionally.
The wind blew from the open window making his spine shiver, and his bare wounds twitch. He covered his face in his chest, like a squirrel.
He looked at his girl again, his love, lying motionlessly on the rug. Eyes closed, hair spread like clouds on a moon.
Her chest rose and fell, softly, giving him a sign that she was safe. The sight of her lying there put him in a strange paradoxical situation. His heart beat to save her…to put her in his arms and elope her into his own world…but his mind…his mind told him what she did…what bloody thing she did…what bloody thing she was…
No! His heart cried. No!
This must be a nightmare. It must. His girl, his love could not do that to him.
But his mind reminded him, that she did. She did that. That was why he was lying there… immovable.
He tried to get up again, harder.
He crawled on the floor, trying to reach her near the rug. 2 minutes…3 minutes…more.
At last, he got to her.
He held her hand in his and stroked her pretty black curly hair, checked her pulse…he didn’t know what else he could do.
She took deep breaths, in and out…
If just she hadn’t done that.
Why did she do that?
She hit him…that too three times? Three? Why?
Just because he didn’t answer her calls?
That was crazy. Utterly crazy.
When did she become like that? He tried to remember, recall every moment he spent with her, but could remember nothing. She was always like that…moody. She had mood swings, but it was so cute! But since when did she became so…so…like…this?
The more he thought, more did his head pain.
By the way, pain? Yes! It was pain. All he was facing was pain.
Pain of being hit.
Pain of being hit 3 times.
Pain of being hit 3 times by his girl, his own girl.
His own love.
It was killing him more than the pain.
The clock tickled in the meanwhile, every second movement of its hands audible.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick…
His pain increased with every tickle of the clock.
Those thoughts were making him crazy. Mad. His mind stopped working.
The more he thought, the madder he became on her.
The pain was overpowering his sense. He held his head in his hands…his face hurt like fire. And his hands…hell.
“tring tring…. tring tring…. tring tring…. tring tring…. tring tring….”
His head pained more. What was that f*** sound?!
He wailed in pain, not even recognizing the ring of his cell phone.
It went into vibration alert.
His legs vibrated. Even that sounded like a loud ring tone in the dead night.
It went silent again.
To be continued———