Chapter 10: The Rebirth

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Dear Diary,

The pain was slowing me down, as if a lightening stroke was constantly hitting every joint of my body. My mind was on fire, as if a volcano is about erupt from it……. but i could not stop running…. i had to reach there ….i had to save her … because now they had found what they had been looking for all their lives …. they were finally onto fulfilling the purpose for what they had been born for …. and so i kept running , neglecting away the pain flowing throughout my body like waves in a turmoil ocean … avoiding the heavy bushes …. skipping and breaking away the branches hurdling in my path …for i had to reach …. before they could ….. she must have been waiting for me …. saving her could be my only redemption ….for it was me that made her face this day …. the guilt was eating the insides of me …. so i had to run and run and run …till my last breath … but as people say the worst follows the worse, i had no idea that my fate was about to be decided. …. for i was now followed … by the beasts ..wilder than any animal … deadly than any death …. i could feel the anger , the hunger and the hatred with which these beasts were running after me … now i had to run not only to save her …but to save myself too …. for my own existence would guarantee her’s … I was hopeful that today would be the decisive day ….but the luck was not on my side ….for now the beasts were standing right ahead of me, blocking my path ….. so i had to skid and eventually slip towards them because now i was fully surrounded … no where to run ….no where to hide …. the beasts had some last words to talk to me … some last questions to ask of me …so they did not immediately attacked me …. they restored themselves to their original human form …. turning back into the decent of all the creatures ever born …

“Tell us where she is”, one of them asked me. “I don’t know, please let me go”, I replied. Another man spoke,” Listen boy, its better you tell us. We cant let a threat live among us”, another man continued, “if you don’t, then we are afraid that you become a threat to us too”. I remained silent and then cried, “You were always wrong. I have seen it with my own eyes. I cant understand why you put the blame away when we ourselves are the worst animals of all. The agony i am going through, cant you just see that; instead you all are overburdening me, burning me from inside. Its better you let me go for now,please i beg you”. “Not until you tell us where she is”,they answered. “I wont betray her”, I replied. “In that case, we are helpless”, after this reply suddenly those men were replaced by what seemed like overgrown dogs, wild enough to swallow anyone within a single bite. All of a sudden, the dogs jumped and then i heard myself screaming in my last agony.

I laid there for how much time i had no clue …. as if the pain was forever … the wounds were spitting out fountains of blood …. every breath of mine was taking away the fragments of my life and my soul … for i knew i had failed … and my time had come ……at least i had my senses …for i could sense the pain ….i could feel the air filled with smoke …..i could sense the touch of the ground and i could still hear the distant voices crying in gratitude ….

Oh Dear Lord, Grant Us The Forgiveness

For We Offer The Blood , O Promisee

Oh Dear Lord, Grant Us The Courage

For Hate Stood By, He Didn’t Flee

Oh Dear Lord, Save Us From Betrayal

For Love Was Too Fragile To Outsee

Oh Dear Lord, Defend For Our Fate

For Balance Was Cruel On Decree

Oh Dear Lord, We Are Honored

For Beyond Life & Death, We Live By Thee

Silence had fallen and my mind was going hazy. I waited for my eyes to go blank and then came the last breath out of me ………

And here i was ….back again … same forest …same pain …same destination …same threat. Those chains had revived in me the deepest and darkest of my memories. My mind could have restored much more but right now, i had to run ….i should not be delayed now ….for this time, i had no followers …. i could see no beasts chasing to rip me off …i was definitely going to save her this time …i could reach before they would set fire to the mansion ….and so I held my breath and kept running ….dealing away with agonising pain the wounds were giving me.

The forest stretched itself over to a hill at the other side of which lied her mansion … the mansion where it all began… the mansion i was brought to tonight…. the mansion they all were out to set fire to … for they now knew that she dwell somewhere inside … In the meantime, i was now on the top of the hill. From that point i could see a sea, so dark and calm as if it was non-existent, stretching to the point my eyes could not reach. Another thought struck my mind, i had been for quite some time in the same mansion tonight but could not notice the sea at all ..strange it was …for the sea itself seemed to be hidden and quiet.

The bushes and the branches had given me enough bruises to fall…but i had more important thing to take care of … so i ran down the hill, only to get myself slipped and rolled down to the its foot where lied my destination …. among all these happenings, i could only sense the silence …hence they did not make it before me … i finally had this chance to make all the wrongs, right. With this feeling, i stood off the ground, rolling my head around in search of the mansion …in the dark behind me, i spotted some walls. Fighting through the forest again, i moved closer to the walls. After finally reaching there, i wished that i should not have bore the pain of seeking it. For instead of the mansion, stood its dead ruins from the time immemorial ….

Chapter 09: The Recall

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Dear Diary,

I stood there for a moment for i wanted to catch up with my breath and more importantly, my senses … somehow my body and my mind were at a clash … nullifying each other ….At that point, my mind had totally gone shock prone … i was ready to accept almost any weirdness as nothing to me was weird at all now …it was all real and i had been dragged into all this …for a reason i had no idea of .

I kept waiting that the door might open from inside and someone would come out but nothing happened … all was dead … i checked the door again which was somehow unlocked from inside all this time, so i pushed it open and entered the house. It was an old house filled with wooden stuff and lit by candles and lamps. The condition of the household items and the way they were spread throughout the floor gave the indication as if the dwellers had just left & might be back any moment .. the fruits on the table … the broken chair … the smell from the oven … the smoke from the mantelpiece …though everything was built either from clay or wood but it seemed like not much attention had been paid to the final smoothing of the walls ….as if someone had raised the walls just to have the shelter. I walked across the entrance lounge to the room at the corner…it had no door, but what lied on the threshold was the source of attention … blood …. no more of a shock to me, i kept moving and entered the room only to find more blood splattered throughout the walls of the empty room with one exception. The wall across the room hung four broken chains to itself… it all seemed as if those chains were meant to bind someone … someone who had escaped off these chains ..by breaking them … bloodshedding to clear its path ….

I moved forward …. something kept telling me to move … something kept attracting me …. that wall seemed to be pulling me towards itself …and from inside, i was not afraid at all … there was this sense of familiarity ..the sense of being belonging here …. and finally i reached that wall. I raised my hand and touched one of the chains. This was the moment that made an ocean whirl inside of me … the feeling of my mind being rushed away …. as if heavy waves of an ocean swept away my mind ….i immediately let go of the chain and fell back…. a pause of a few seconds and then all of a sudden, i got up and ran towards the door… i came out and searched the sky for something .. i knew what i was searching for ..and then i found it …the full moon.
Out of my extreme helplessness, i muttered, “Oh damn” …. my mind kept echoing with just one name, “Ciara” …As i had not much time left, i hurriedly moved and found my way back to the village central and speeded back into the forest ..for then i knew what was coming ……

Chapter 08: The Awakening

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Dear Diary,

With a heavy breath, i opened my eyes as if i had been resurrected. My body felt heavy and burning. Contrary to my expectation, i found myself lying on the ground in a forest instead of the library floor. How did i escape? Did someone help me out? I tried to sit up but i realized i had bruises and wounds all around my body and i had been bleeding for not sure how much time. I gathered my courage and with full force, i pushed myself to stand up but the pain was so intense that with a scream i fell back on the ground. With the support of the tree beside, i tried again and i got up but i lost more blood from the wound i had on my leg. What on the earth had happened ? what attacked me? how was i so wounded? All these questions were giving me the headache but this time i had the strange feeling of actually knowing what i have to do and where i should be headed. With a broken leg, i started on move on a path. I was so confident about it as if i had known the forest for a long time. I kept bleeding but something did not make me stop either. I had this feeling that i had to get there. I was blindly guided by my heart and my mind was at total loss at that moment. At first i was slowed down by the pain but after walking for quite a time, my body got used to it and i started to move a little faster. Where was i going? Why did i feel being back? Amidst all these thoughts i realized that i had actually crossed the forest and then i could not believe where i was standing; in a village where small houses were built in a circle and in the middle was the fireplace; which seemed to be the meeting place for all the villagers. I could smell the cooking and the chimneys were exhaling smoke; hence finally i was in a place where people dwelled. I started to walk again. This time i knew which house i should head for. I passed the first houses, then the fireplace. I had no idea why was not I heading for the nearest house because i needed some immediate help. But my heart kept telling me to walk towards the passageway between the houses across the ground. Hence i kept walking with my mind suddenly hitting with strange recalls. I focused on the houses around the passageway i was headed for and to my extreme shock, i knew that those house belonged to Mr Hugh and Mr Swann. I rolled my eyes to bring more houses in my sight and eventually i ended up whispering out the names of the owners of the houses i laid my eyes on. I became afraid of my own self. It felt like i contained two souls within me. The sight of being alone terrified me more. Though by the look it felt like that people are in there but there was this extreme mysterious silence that was making me to think otherwise ….. to think that i was alone now walking down the passageway which was dark and beyond it were more houses. I kept walking down it in the dark with fear of being alone along with the confidence that i was almost there. Suddenly i took a left turn and stood outside the door of the very first house. The house was small and old same as the other houses … built of wood, illuminated by the lanterns inside, smoking out from the chimney. My hand raised and it started knocking heavily at the door and i could not believe the words that came out of my mouth, “Open Up…. Ma….. Pa …..”

Chapter 07: The Lost Words

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Dear Diary,

I stood there for a moment …. figuring out the intention behind the writing on the wall … was it love? was it hate? what it actually was that caused the person to bleed out for nothing ….. given the fact that the residence was of Ciara’s ….. i could only conclude that the writing was from none other than but her …… but why would she do that and how could she do that as she had a family …… wait …. family??? seriously ???? In a house which had gone terribly supernatural, the place that almost made me believe in the co-existence of other-worldly beings, how could i actually think of some family
, possibly human to be arriving back soon . I guess it was time to realize that i had then been trapped in some unknown mystery and i had to find the way out. I thought of going back to the staircase and cross the hallway through which i came but the darkness, the blood, the knocks all started coming back to me … this was worse enough and i could end up in possibly more worse …. i looked out for windows … there were large ones on either side of the library …. big enough for me to jump out …. i walked towards one of them and tried to peek out but the windows were jammed as if they have never been opened for quite a long time … what i could see was the rain … so smoky and heavy that i could not catch the glimpse of the ground outside to land if i had jumped out… my mind as if it was totally blocked …. no idea was hitting me …. i could find nothing helpful around me …. i felt like that i had been locked mentally too … i walked back to the writing table and stood by its side with my mind swirling around what to do ….that was the moment when i again noticed the opened diary on the table ….. that must have belonged to the person who wrote on the wall too ….. possibly Ciara ….. i was not focusing much on what was written on the page as most of it had already been spilt by the ink placed by the side of the diary but i caught the words, “complete and protected after such a long time. I feel that finally i had trust, a person who can bear with what i am. for the very first time in a very long time, i feel happy for he is coming. Tonight i …. ” and then nothing was readable. But i knew what happened next…. the wait got longer and longer and the mentioned person did not come and so came the blood writing on the wall. I picked up the diary to read the next pages but i found that that page was the last written page as rest of the next pages were empty. So i turned the pages back only to find that most of them were torn out of the diary and hence ended up crumbled on the floor. Another page that was in much readable condition had the writing, “gone wild … so wild that i could control and sinned myself with what i have been tagged for the rest of my life. i should not have gone through the door but now all is lost .. i sit here as in hell ….burning” and suddenly i felt a prickle in the back of my neck. i immediately turned around but nothing was there, only the wall. All of a sudden, pain ran through the my nerves. The diary fell from my hands and i fell on my knees. The pain got intense and i felt like i was on fire. I grabbed my neck to control the pain but all was in vain. I tried to look around but i found nothing that could have caused it. The burning sensation came out of my throat with a terrible scream. Suddenly my eyes started to go black. My mind got hazy and then all went dark.

Chapter 06: The Ink

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Dear Diary,

I was not dead ….. i could still breath …feel the alive-ness in me ….. i was in a house which was somehow haunted …..dark …. deceiving .. .. deceptive …. now topped with two dead bodies that were lying just beside me. I was totally out of my senses at that moment. May be my mind was losing its control . My hands were blood red and that blood came out from none other than the wounded necks of the dead ones. So much had happened that night that my mind got used to the weirdness going all around . What dried my throat was the fact that the bodies were totally disfigured as though they had been lying there for centuries but the blood pouring out of their necks was totally pure as though recently been killed. My dead mind only signaled me to resume my running away and that’s what i did ….. Running to chase the end of the tunnel … that seemingly had not existed.

The knocks at the windows started to fade in …… all this was enough to keep me motivated for running for my life. Though my legs had started to ache but i tried to keep myself far away from the knocks and the dead ones. My eyes were constantly searching for something that could hint me a way out but till now, it was all dead dark. Something hit my mind at the moment .. amidst all this, i had totally forgotten about Ciara, where on earth was she ? She must had entered that hallway. Where did she go? What had become of her? Was she ok or …. ????

While i was through all this, i had to face another stumble-upon, this time it was much harder and painful to fell. I wholly accepted that i am about to face more dead bodies but my hands landing on somewhat higher ground. Sensing through the hands movement, i figured out that it was a staircase. At last, i had found something out of the dead hallway. I immediately got up and made my way upstairs, not knowing where it would end.

I kept running upstairs, expecting something good atop. But i ended up hitting something wooden like a door that was so weak that it cracked and fell to the ground leading me to a magnificent hall which was illuminated by the fire torches. The hall had high racks full of books .. hence it was the library. I stepped in, landing my steps on the pages scattered throughout the floor. Someone had tore out so many pages out of the books. I slowly made my way in, walking on the fallen pages, looking around calmly as though i had found a way out. The books were covered in spider webs and the racks were somehow supporting themselves to stand still. The walls of the library were covered in ink and blood …. people had written here ……. people had died here ….. people were killed here

I made my way to the farthest wall as i was walking straight to it from the entrance. Though i looked at all the books around but my mind was not receptive enough to capture out the titles …. at least the place was illuminated …. the light all around was so comforting . …. that was enough to keep me alive. Where the racks ended, a sitting arrangement was made. The sofas were totally devastated and the tables were broken. From the tables, a few diaries had fallen on the floor. Pages were torn out from that ones. Someone had written them, cried over them, torn them apart, thrown out crushed n crunched pages. I stood there for quite sometime, figuring out what to do next, until i noticed something written on the wall. I moved forward to wipe out the dust with my hands, only to reveal a writing in blood:

                                                                       “how would i tell him …… he did not come …….”

Chapter 05: The Dead Hour

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Dear Diary,

Coming back to senses seemed something difficult to attain. My mind was not responding at all. I could not understand what had just happened. Was it a dream, an illusion, a vision, a memory … all this was rushing in my mind. Still in extreme shock, i looked for the fallen candle which luckily was still lit. I picked to up so that i could illuminate my surroundings. The forest somehow had disappeared. I was standing in the same dining lounge. I moved the candle around to make myself sure that i was not in the forest anymore. If i was in the dining lounge all this time, how come i would have ended up in a forest. The question kept coming back to me. I was amidst all this confusion when i heard the knocking at the door. That made me realize why i had come downstairs in the first place. …. the unusual knocks …Ciara sleeping …. the forest vision and … and … i could not believe …. werewolves????  That was so impossible.

Keeping in mind the constant knocks, i hurriedly made my way to the Ciara’s room. She had gone in a room at the very end of the lounge. I moved towards her room and stopped outside it.  Standing at the doorstep, i realized that the door was quite big for a room’s door. Without focusing much on the weirdness of the door, i knocked at it ….. no reply ….. again knocked and got no reply . Even after many knocks, Ciara did not get up to open it up. I placed my hand on the door knob and unexpectedly found it unlocked. With a creep and screech, the door stood open.

As i had wondered, the opening did not bring to me a bedroom, but a  hallway which had  doors on both sides. I could not count the total rooms over there as the light of the candle was limiting my sight. I tried to call Ciara but my voice echoed back with no other response. I slowly made my way into the hallway. By now i was able to catch quite a good glimpse of the insides. No one could had believed that this side was also the part of the mansion. Unlike the decors of entrance and the lounge, this hallway had walls that were completely worn out and blackened. It so seemed like it had survived from a big fire. The doors that were lying with the range of my sight looked totally devastated and were fully covered by spider webs. At that time,i began to wonder where would Ciara had gone. The place seemed like never opened in centuries.

Suddenly, the lightening of the storm somehow illuminated the hallway. At that point, i noticed that there stood a window between every two doors and though i was not able to focus at the other end, the hallway did not seem to end soon. I stood there for quite a good time wondering and confusing myself with the strangeness my mind was going through. My mind had held itself somewhere ….. too much food for a mind, i guess ……

It was the moment when i skipped my heartbeat as suddenly the window close to me just got knocked. I forwarded the candle to get the window in view and to extreme horror, i could see a silhouette through the window glass. The person seemed to stand still. There was no sound to be heard in the whole hallway except the ones that my footsteps were creating. I moved slowly towards the window when out of the sudden the silhouette started knocking at the window glass. Eventually, i lost control and dropped the candle and to worsen the things more, it had gone off. I stood there in complete dark, could not find my way out. That person was still knocking at the window. I waved my hands in the air to catch the wall and hold myself against it when suddenly the knocks started to increase. I moved here and there in fear to get a secure corner when i noticed that every other window was being knocked at.  At that time i realized, it was no less than a haunting. The knocks kept echoing in my mind and they grew in intensity; so much that i had to make a run in the dark. The knocks were constant and so was my running. I was not coming to any end; it felt like i had been running in an endless tunnel. The knocks grew louder and louder. I could not had risked my life standing at one place. I had in mind that maybe if i keep running,i would definitely come to the hallway’s end but instead, while i was running, i stumbled upon something hard and big and fell over on the ground. My hands landed on something liquid. I tried to sense with my hands, the liquid and the object i had stumbled upon but could not the grasp the idea. Strangely, the world had fallen silent ….  no knocks at the window. I kept sitting on the ground with the object lying somewhere beside me. I could see no light and now i was long lost in the endless dark and dead hallway.

At that time, i shouldn’t had wished for the light because lightening had struck the sky and once again the hallway was illuminated. I still don’t understand that how could i had lived at that moment. My hands were covered in none other than …. blood and lying beside me were ……… two dead bodies.

Chapter 04: The Homecoming

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Dear Diary,

My deep sleep was somehow interrupted. I got up immediately the moment i realized the fact that despite the resistance, i had dozed off. I caught the glimpse of the outside world through the window only to find the same heavy rain as if the rain had no plans of flowing down to earth ever in the future. I still had no chance of leaving and then worst of all, I had lost the track of time. I couldn’t find a single clock in the room. Neither i had my cell with me. Then i wished that i would had paid heed to wearing a wrist watch. But it was too late to regret; a delay i could never had expected.

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, i heard something that made me skip a heartbeat – a knock at the main door – At first i thought that my mind was playing tricks on me. But someone was knocking at the door. i tried to clear up my hearing to make myself sure of it. The most frightful of all was the fact that neither the knocks grew louder nor did they change their interval, as if someone just wasn’t trying to burst in; but wanted the door never to be opened or didn’t want anyone to notice the knocks. Maybe then i knew how i got awakened so abruptly. But who could it be, at this time of hour (of which i wasn’t sure); then i remembered that the family was still out; so it could be that they had returned and Ciara had to be woken up to get up with them; as i am a completely stranger to them and they would not trust me and take me as a thief  if i had opened the door. So i got out of the mattress and moved to the stairs calling for her but downstairs, i only found pit black dark. The lamps were never put off after the dinner. Ciara went to sleep before me, until then the lounge was illuminated. Could she had possible woken up just to put them off. Even if so, why would she had created such a dark when she was seemingly alone. To find the answers, i moved downstairs and had to move blindly as i wasn’t able to find a single point of light anywhere throughout the dead lounge. I recalled that i had a candlelight dinner, so may be the dining table got any candle. But the question was, would i be able to make to the table —— i had no other option—- i tried to remember my steps i took to get to the dinner a few hours back. Then a few seconds passed, i hit upon a hurdle; fortunately, it was the dining table. With the help of my hands, i searched for the candle. Luckily, i got a match stick in one hand and a candle in the other. I lit it up and then i was able to see the world; but not what i had expected.

I was in a shock, far more greater i would ever face in life; i was amidst thick large trees whose trunks were so thick that four to five men had fitted inside it easily; the trees grew to great heights and their leaves had spread themselves so interminably that even the sunlight couldn’t had passed through; that’s why the ground was dead dark. The situation made my breath to stop. The fear wasn’t allowing me to move and create a sound. The phase of controlling and not-controlling the fear was quite devastating for my senses. I couldn’t move; i felt as if i would wake up from this deep sleep the very next moment. But i was extremely wrong. That wasn’t a dream at all; the intensity of fear would had waken me up till then. Where on earth i was, how i got leaded here, the knock, Ciara … nothing was making sense. All was dead.

Something made a move behind me —— an attack from the animal and i would be dead——- the fear had frozen me. That something was surely coming this way. The running , the thumping on the ground, the crisp of the leaves, the creep of the bushes kept growing louder and louder until it was — what i thought — was just behind me; watching me. Then out of the dead forest, a figured appeared on my right. Using my available sense of sight, i focused. It was a —- boy, same as that of my age; running like hell from something that was after him. He kept running without noticing me until he passed by me and left me behind. He had a pale face with eyes full of terror as if he is going through a agony— a pain that no one can understand and yet he had to run. He wore a dress same as that i had taken from Ciara ‘s brother’s wardrobe but it was all torn and muddy as if he was tortured or was dragged into something he wasn’t able to comprehend. He wasn’t able to get much further from me when  he stopped; I kept watching, standing as a dead. I noticed silhouettes of huge men appearing out of the forest, surrounding him. “Tell us where she is”, one of them asked the boy. “I don’t know, please let me go”, he replied. Another man spoke,” Listen boy, its better you tell us. We cant let a threat live among us”, another man continued, “if you don’t then we are  afraid that you become a threat to us too”. The boy remained silent and then he cried, “You were always wrong. I have seen it with my own eyes. I cant understand why you put the blame away when we ourselves are the worst animals of all. The agony i am going through, cant you just see that; instead you all are overburdening me, burning me from inside. Its better you let me go for now,please i beg you”.  “Not until you tell us where she is”,they answered. “I wont betray her”, the boy replied. “In that case, we are helpless”, after this reply suddenly the silhouettes of men were replaced by the silhouettes of what seemed like overgrown dogs, wild enough to swallow anyone within a single bite. All of a sudden, the dogs jumped over the boy and then i heard a scream; a scream terrible enough to wake my senses up only to find myself fallen on the ground; screaming like never before.

I had dropped the candle i had in my hand and had gone off. I got up in a sitting position, trying to get my breath and sense back. I was again in pit black dark with my mind still lost somewhere in the forest. My mind wasn’t able to take any of this in. It wasn’t even trying to make sense of all of it. It wasn’t ready to digest the fact that  i had just seen ——– werewolves .

Chapter 03: The Dine

9:15 pm:

Dear Diary,

Each moment passing was making my mind a whirlpool of thoughts ……. well the classic interior decor was somewhat acceptable but a wardrobe, filled by none other than old English dresses was hard to catch. While she was moving downstairs, i had asked her if she could arrange a spare dress for me as i was totally drenched (not to mention that she herself too was) on which she pointed me to a wardrobe that was placed next to the door of the room in which i was staying. She told me that her brother mostly kept his dresses in that very wardrobe. Well her brother seemed to have a quite an old taste for dressing but how could he had dressed himself like that. He must had been center of ridicule the day he was wearing what i had to compromise with for myself today. I was really looking a Merchant of Venice type of guy. I had no alternative so its worth spending some time feeling like a landlord of 17th or 18th century. It was a bell-bottomed, quite skinny black dress pant with a white dress shirt with loose cuffs and ban collar-ed.

While i was busy around noticing my weirdness, Ciara called for me on the dining table downstairs. So i went to the dining lounge downstairs only to find the dining table lit by candles and setup for the dinner of two. I seated myself  and waited for her to join me. She appeared with mugs of coffee in her hands and seated herself. She herself got changed into long frilled frock. She made a little laugh on what i was wearing. She mentioned that her brother had a totally weird dressing taste and i founded the dress he was forbidden to wear by her parents; for that looked extremely odd —— a feeling of embarrassment for me—– somehow she noticed what i was thinking and covered it up by saying that she should be the one feeling guilt for she was supposed to drop me by somewhere; instead she put me into more trouble with her car and now she is trying to compensate with the guilt she has in her heart. I felt a lot honored and asked her not to feel guilty as mishaps are always inevitable, and that that she should not had troubled herself with the feeling.

And so we kept talking; about me, about her. At the end of dinner, i pointed out that the candlelight dinner was quite impressive. On that she smiled and went to her room on the other end of the dining lounge. That part of the lounge was not much illuminated as the lounge itself was lighten up by the dim lights in the wall lamps;they seemed like candles on the wall. So i went to the room in which i was resting for whole of  tonight, i guess.

And here i am, blackening out the pages of my diary as i have nothing else to do. I thought of teasing my friends with the fact that what a pleasant candlelight dinner i just had just before the valentine’s day. But somehow i was not able to find my cell. I searched the whole drenched dress of mine, the whole room and my bag but it was no where to be found — that’s bad, i couldn’t even inform my parents of my whereabouts and Ciara would have slept otherwise i had asked her to make a call or tweet just to inform my parents and friends —– so i am totally cut out of my both live and social network. Hence spending time with your diary is what i seek in such hours. It has always been so relaxing for me. Also if i have nothing else to do than i should not sleeping either. I have to keep myself  awake for i have to leave as soon as the rain’s over and also its quite bad if her parents find someone sleeping in the house while Ciara was alone here. So i have to keep my eyes opened and the dizziness away from me.. i shouldn’t be sleeping at all. I am with my diary and that’s what matters the most and this is enough to keep myself awake but i don’t know for how long …. whatsoever it takes, this night is worth not sleeping …….i shouldn’t be sleeping at all tonight ……the storm will be over in a few hours …..so i shouldn’t sleep…. i must not ….. i ………..

Chapter 02: The Drag

8:50 pm:

Dear Diary,

I couldn’t understand why but unfortunately the main road was completely dead. Where the world today was; no sign of bus or any cab and worst of all, the heavy rain was by now, no less than a thunderstorm. I tried to get dropped at the stop but i couldn’t even come out of the car. Just as we were looking around for the least chance of transport availability, the car engine coughed …. three halts ….. and the car stopped dead.

It took us about half an hour trying to put the engine back to work but all was in vain. So we had no other alternative to push the car to her place. Her name was Ciara and she had a residence nearby.She  was actually returning from her friend’s place until she noticed the only me on the road and picked me up. That was really brave of her that she trusted a stranger like me and in return, i had to trust her as no one else was around for it. And so we moved on with the dead car then. She was at the steering while i made the car go forward. The experience was no less than drowning in the sea.

It must had taken only a few moments that she asked to stop. We were finally at her place. She really lived quite nearby. So for then, i tried to make a leave but she insisted to come in for at least a coffee and a stay till the rain was over. I resisted the idea but she constantly insisted me. Well i had to accept her offer to stay her place till the sky was clear. That was so generous of her that she made that offer. I personally wouldn’t had preferred it but i had no other option, given that i was far away from my home and the world was dead.We locked the car and made our way into the house. I must say that she had a marvelous house; the one which was built with complete aesthetic sense. It was no less than a mansion, standing with royalty in this colony. Upon entering the house, i couldn’t help but appreciate the interiors that were designed so beautifully that one would have got lost in the colors, contrasts and decor the house had. From classic sofas to foamy carpets, from magnificent chandeliers to silky curtains, all was so comforting to eyes and mind alike. While i was busy admiring the the decor, i somehow noticed that no one else was there at home. I asked her the same on which she told me that her parents and brother were out too and were supposed to be back before her return. They too must have got stucked in the storm i guess. This sounded not much good for me being at her home. I thought of leaving as soon as the rain was over.

She leaded me upstairs and showed me to a room that was wooden-floored and dimly lit by the candle like torches on the wall. The fire-place had the fire on spreading the warmth all around.  The aesthetics of the room were so overwhelming that it made my mind to stay here for a while. She asked to get fresh and asked me if i was hungry. Less or more, i was …. so she went downstairs to get me coffee with some food while i stood at a window in the room where i couldn’t catch even glimpse of what was going outside, courtesy of the rain that seemingly had no chance of getting over….

Chapter 01: The Abyss

13th Feb 2011, 8:00pm :

Dear Diary,

I was delayed tonight ….. the weather, the night all seemed to work against me. But at last, i am here with you somehow. Today for me began with my friends … …….. friends…… i guess a blessing far more richer than all the riches of this world; and when you have many, it’s hard to say goodbye to them even if you may have a chance (or class) the very next day for meeting them again. That’s how and that’s why i again got late while returning home from university. They were all so busy in preparing to impress their current so-called valentines —- a hell of fun with them —. Being single this year again, i had nothing else to do but to participate in the preparations with them and as for me, i had to book for myself only long sleep hours for the next day (being single has its own advantages); apart from all that, i had no plans for tomorrow; nothing for me as yet.
As usual, i was walking down all my way to the bus stop…. the same dark evening, with few street lights and a long deserted road. The wind was becoming chiller as the clouds set themselves up over the dark sky —- a sign of worry—– storm’s coming up in a couple of minutes and i had yet to reach the bus stop. Even a lift would be hard to come by at this time.
Behind me, a long road lit by the street lights —– ahead of me, a slight outline of the mountains far way and again a long dark road disappearing into the black dark; as if a black hole had swallowed up that part of the world —- so i had to walk, walk and walk … and top that with the drizzling that just begun. The world somehow had fallen completely silent as if no one had ever lived here, only a slight whistle of wind, rustling of leaves and thin tipping of the rain drops were audible.
As i was moving ahead, an impression of fear was engulfing me fold by fold —- the street lamps were becoming less in number and at midway, they all disappeared. This part of road had no lights on it. A thought came across my mind that I should have stayed with the friends; this way-back-home is nothing as friendly. Strangeness was falling upon me with each drop of rain as i walked into the darkened road but i had to keep moving and so i did, humming and singing until the road was barely lit. I could only sense it because i had been on this road before almost everyday and secondly the dim light from the lamps far behind me were enough to make me recall a long road,a sharp turn to right, then a sharp turn to left and you were at the stop. This feeling somehow felt warm until —- a thunder —– and then a heavy rain. OOPPSSS!! i had to hurry then. i took fast steps until i noticed a torch lit far beyond in the dark ahead. It gradually became bigger, hence something was coming that way. At a certain distance, the torch resulted into —– two headlights of a car —– huh! at last…. you cannot imagine what it feels like to see a light in black dark. The rain and the wind was blurring my vision,so i could not catch up the car until it came to the point where at most i can visualize the driver seat being occupied. Fortunately, i heard a screech of the brake and the car was just beside me — the door opened —- a silhouette of a …… girl appeared out of the car. I tried to focus on her face by holding all the light i could gather from my surroundings. At that time, i was only able a make it up as a well-styled young girl; almost of same age as that of me, having hair flowing over her shoulders, wearing a leather jacket and a denim jeans with high boots, her seemingly fair complexion was darkened by the weary eyes she had been through insomnia. Then in a very mannerly tone, she spoke to me, ‘Sir its been raining like anything; you must get in, i will drop you wherever you say’ —- sign of relief —– if i could only make out to the stop and escape out this dark, that would be helpful;i replied. She nodded positively. I made my way to catch the other door, grabbed the front seat and we were on our way out.