The Naked Truth!

She could clearly see the disappointment in his eyes. "The least he can do for me is to act like he is glad to see me", she thought. He didn't say anything. But she understood what that silence meant, for she had lived her whole life with that kind of silence. “You tricked me. You are so ugly. Ugly as a pig shit”. “Forget about marriage, I won’t touch you even if you stand naked in front of me”, he must be shouting inside, she thought. She waited there. Patiently. Hoping he would say something. But he didn't. So finally She looked into his eyes for the answers. Those newly found eyes. They did not spell happiness. They spelled disgust. They spelled hatred. There was nothing much left in her life but whatever it was, it was destroyed at that very moment. She wanted to slap him, yet she didn't. She wanted to scream, but she didn't.  Getting no response from him, she started walking out slowly from the hospital. He didn't stop her.

At night, she took a shower. She didn't realize for how much time she was in there, standing and wailing.  Allowing to let it all flow. When she felt a little less heavy, she came out. Standing naked, she looked in the mirror. She was ugly, she knew it. But tonight, mirror reflected her image uglier than ever before. Scars on the black and pimple covered face, small and distorted nipples, fat belly tyres and short height.  She had nothing to offer to a man except a caring and pure heart. A heart that was romantic as hell. A heart that believed in fairy tale stories. A heart waiting for her prince charming to rescue her. A heart that believed appearances are deceptive, and the only thing that lasts is inner beauty. She smiled at her stupidity. “Ever heard of someone falling in love at first sight with an ugly person?” she thought.  Everything she ever believed in was a fierce lie. A make belief. She thought he was different. At least until he got his vision back.

“I am ugly. You won’t like me when you will be able to see me”, she had warned him once, very well aware of the consequences. “Baby, I love you. You have a pure heart. You are the reason I am getting my vision back. Don’t ever think that you are ugly. You are as much beautiful outside as you are inside, at least for me.” He had given her a hope. A hope which was like the first sun ray entering into her dark world, eradicating all the darkness she had. She had started to dream again. A dream where even she looked beautiful. A dream where they held each other’s hand. A dream where they were together.

“I don’t mind even if you can’t see me. But I want you to have a life that you deserve. Money can’t be the obstacle. I will get your vision back. No matter how much it costs”, she had promised. Now, after 6 months, she had gathered enough money perform an operation on his eyes. It had cost her everything. Her life’s savings, her investments and her jewelries. But nothing was worth his happiness. The least she had expected was his smile when he first looked at her. But it was destroyed. All of it.

“I don’t deserve this”, she cried aloud, throwing a stone at the mirror. The scattered pieces multiplied her ugliness. She looked into them for a long time and just smiled. She knew it is time. Time when she had lost her last hope. Time when she cannot take it anymore. She slowly walked towards balcony. She looked down and closed her eyes. Without a second thought, she jumped from the floor. She did not feel scared. She was simply at peace. For it was her last moment of torture.

A Dreadful Dream :(

The house was certainly haunted. Or may be I was. In the sheer darkness, that image still looked pretty clear to me. It was none other than my reflection in the mirror. But it was not me. It didn't make sense. The ugly, half-burned face in mirror was asking me to join him. There was a strange attraction I felt towards him. The force was too strong to resist and I was getting pulled over by his side, wanting to be a part of his pain. But then, it was him who was screaming. Not me. I was not scared. I was just calm, waiting to accept whatever happens. Was I being hypnotized?

All of a sudden, the mirror broke into pieces, half of them piercing through my body. Within a minute, every part of me was drenched in blood. But I was still smiling. There was no sign of pain. Whenever I looked into the broken pieces of mirror, each one showed me a different face. But none of them were me. Was I dreaming? "Who are you?" I asked in a low voice. The faces in the broken mirror were getting uglier each passing moment. Among them, he was a devil. His one red eye and half burned face showed no traces of mercy. Why was I not scared of him? "You are not scared because I am your reflection." , the hideous voice whispered into my ears. How could he know what is going on my mind? Something was terribly wrong. unusual. He was so far yet so near to me. I could not even discern moon ,stars or colors of any kind. All was grey, impenetrable and dead dim. 

What place this was? Nowhere was the least sign of life. The house was utterly deserted. What was I doing there in the midst of profound silence and desolation? Silence? No! As I listened, there came to my ears from all sides, dully at first and almost imperceptibly, a low creeping sound like subdued moaning; a sound that never ceased, and that was so native to the place, I had at first been unaware of it. But now I clearly gathered in the sound and recognized it as expressive of the intensest physical suffering. To my astonishment , this time It was my voice ! But I was calm.. Then who was screaming? "Someone murdered me here! the voice screamed". Who murdered whom? I was still there, alive ! I slapped myself hard, hoping this all to be a part of my dream. But all in vain. Voice kept screaming, asking me to find him. But I was too confused. If it were my reflection, why dint it say, "Someone murdered "YOU" here." why did it say "ME?". 

"There is no time!, you need to free my spirit." And suddenly he started laughing. That was a cruel laugh. How was I able to see him when I don't know where he was? The red teeth clearly indicated they tasted blood before a while" Was he trapping me? Despite all the negative clues, why was I so sure that he was me? It was a strange immeasurable sympathy I felt towards him. He was asking me to open a door. As I approached it, the wailing sound redoubled in intensity, and a noise as of struggling made itself audible within. When I reached the door, the sounds around me grew and gathered volume, formulating themselves into distinct cries and bursts of frenzied sobbing. "Why Am I not scared?" I cried. There was no answer. The door was impassable. It had neither lock nor handle from outside. The idea of interference was futile. It could be opened only from within. I beat madly against the door with my hand and shrieked for help; but nothing moved. 

Strangely, voices suddenly stopped screaming . And the door slowly opened itself with a deadly noise. My beast appeared in front of me. Desperate to make me a part of his world. And before I could recognize what happened next, with the swiftness and shock of a fall, I opened my eyes.

Midnight

He sat there alone, in the corner of a dark room. The weather outside with dark night and heavy rain created a perfect milieu. “Do I have any reason to live without her?” He asked. But the mind refused to give the answer, knowing the rhetorical question. He was a strong person having ability to overcome the emotions. But again, he WAS. Today was different. His heart wanted to scream and this time he allowed the tears to flow. He remembered his old days. He was a man of honor and principles. There were no addictions, love life, whatsoever.  Over the years, things changed. And before he could recognize what is going wrong, he found himself trapped in the cruel hands of Love and now, suddenly released.

How can she do this to me? How can she end 4 years of a relationship within a minute? There were no answers. Just the questions. He was crying like a kid who might have lost its loveliest thing. Giving it a thought for few more minutes, he finally picked up a knife from the kitchen. The tool looked dangerous in his hand. He stared at it for a long time. Then slowly, he started cutting his vein. He felt no pain. At least not physically.  The darkness in the room overshadowed the red colored liquid oozing from his hand. Knowing that there is no pain, he stabbed the knife deep in his another hand and then in stomach. Memories from the childhood flashed in front of him. Loving parents, his achievements, the days when he was single and happy.  For a second, he decided not to die. “But it is too late now”, he whispered, feeling the weakness.

She was not sure how it would affect him. She din even have an idea that the funny plan of trapping someone on an April fool’s day could lead to his death. She gave no explanations,  just said “I don’t want to meet you ever, we are breaking up. It’s over”  and left. She was desperately waiting for 12 O’clock, to reveal the truth, not knowing that it will never be revealed.

“Should I call him? He is too sensitive and might take all this fun thing in a wrong way”, she thought.

“Oh come on, let us see his face when you tell him that you made him a fool, just wait for another half an hour”, one of the friends gave a “valuable” suggestion.

She hesitated. She had kept her phone off since morning to make him think that she is serious about what she had said. “What harm can half an hour do?” she said, oblivious that the harm is already done.

He could feel the drop of pulse rates. He was not sure how much time had passed . Drenched in the blood, he was now certain about his death. It was just a matter of time. “May be 5-10 minutes more”, he thought. He was worried about his parents. 

“How would they react after knowing their only son died?”. “Who would take care of them?”  “Is she of more importance to me then my parents?” . “Do I deserve to die for others harsh decisions?” A number of thoughts flooded his mind. But he was too weak even to respond to the thoughts. The phone on the table started ringing. He just smiled. “No calls on this number from tomorrow”, he said, slowly closing the eyes.

The unread message said, “ Hey, I am so sorry. We had a bet to trap you on April fool’s day. How can I ever leave you alone? The day you die, I will die honey. Please pick up the call, I love you.”