A man around his 30 is sitting in the graveyard murmuring words perpetually. Thoughts running on his mind like a machine or a flow of water in the sea; following the memory from one place to another place.
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A woman has been looking at him intently and passionately. Her eyes are winking unconsciously on a cold morning due to the cold breeze. Her jaw is tilting either of shock or the cold breeze.
He is sitting on a bench, eyes closed, inhaling and exhaling longer. She eventually tries to come near him, sit near him, and talk to him out of her nervousness, but somehow she was afraid to disturb him. And like this standing like a statue, she became increasingly aware of time passing. And somehow, she finds the strength and says she is sorry for losing someone so special to him.
He doesn’t say anything for a long length of time. The man feels like he has been dreaming something. The noise that he heard seemed also a part of a dream. She doesn’t know what to do at the Time. She is still standing, full of nervousness and pity that he didn’t say anything in return. She is shaking now from head to toe. She doesn’t know what to do. And eventually, she sits beside him on the bench; in rage or pity she doesn’t know. She observes the yard which is surrounded by lofty trees. And in between there are graves on which are put many beautiful flowers for the lost ones. Birds are singing and somewhere in the distance the water running noises is making the atmosphere more refreshing. She thinks how beautiful the view is and at the same time also dark ones from inside the people’s mind. She wonders how people look beautiful when they are either sad, or to themselves without acting like there is life when there isn’t.
She thinks she should leave now, pick up the bus and reach home on time. When she is about to leave, he opens his eyes, stops uttering words and she asks softly, ‘Hey, why are you here? Whom did you lose?’
Breeze is high and cold. Her hair is becoming uncanny and it made her eyes a bit colder.
My fiance died a few months back.’ Again there’s a pause. A long pause.
He eventually says ‘But, how?’
‘Car accident’ she said in a low and frowning voice as though she had been saying the same thing for a long time. ‘And you?’
‘My girlfriend’
‘How?’
‘While … She ran from one place to another’ he still hasn’t looked at her. He hasn’t moved his eyes yet. Continuously looking either down or straight.
‘From where to where?’
‘From me to her new lover’
None of them speaks for a long pause. The atmosphere was changing. In the distance, thunder seems to be passing through. Clouds took place the heat and the sun. The breeze became as fast as their thoughts and memories. They both seemed to have the same memory of this particular clima around.
‘Do you come here everyday or?’
‘No, only today’ his voice was thick and heavy now.’
‘Do you still remember our together spent days?’
Now he opens his eyes and looks at her. ‘YES, every fucking day.’ his voice was so cold like melting ice.
‘And YOU?’
‘Yes.’
Then why did you leave?
‘I don’t know. I still can’t find that answer.’
Again, none spoke for a long time. High wind made leaves drop from trees. The change in atmosphere made them think properly. They were together for a long time and she moved to another city for an internship and she found someone else. She still asks herself could a person love two people simultaneously.
‘If I say ‘I still think about you perpetually, would you believe that?
‘I don’t know. I’m better this way. I like getting burned like this.’
‘But what if I say I would never leave you.’
‘Didn’t you say that before too?’ His eyes are burning like hell now. A tear fell from her eye to cheek. She wiped that out.
‘If you don’t care anymore then why did you arrive here?’ she eventually asks.
‘I don’t know. I woke up and took the bus. Perhaps,… I wanted to see you.’
‘I don’t understand on the one-hand you want to see me which says you miss me and on the other-hand you don’t wanna be with me.’
‘Please, tell me’ she hisses out of her nurverness now. ‘This coincidence has to have meant something, you know.’
He shook his head towards her and told her with the agony of years that ‘Tell me, you won’t blame me in future. Tell me you will be with me, no matter what. Tell me you care about me. Tell me — I won’t have to lose my self respect – you to stay.Tell me…tell me … tell me… fucking for the god’d sake tell meeeeee’ His eyes are wet now and tears are streaming and eventually says in a low voice ‘Tell me you …love me’ She stands up suddenly approaches him stands near him and covers his mouth by her hands.
I hate this one word, I don’t know why, but I hate it. I hate saying “Sorry” and if I ever say it I mean it, Yes!!… I fucking mean it for god’s sake ’cause it comes out from the far below the depth of my gutter where some words are restricted to speak out. He said with being a bit angry. For some days she had been behaving a bit strange and ridiculous and not interested. He had been trying so hard to make her stay and on the other side, she was taking a step away every time he ever tried. He had been telling SORRY for what he thought might have done wrong ‘cause he had literally believed he might have done something and she might have felt it bad and was may_be, therefore, behaving that way.
Fuck that then, don’t tell me sorry. I don’t deserve it. Tell someone else. she said and shrugged. Her eyes became watery and her voice husky. She said it anyway.
They were seated in an open cafe near the sound of water gurgling and the beautiful view of the river. It was a winter evening; the cool breeze was making their jaws clutch harder. A dim yellow lamp was upon them; helping to see every bit of one another.
Why don’t you understand that I’m not playing? I don’t play at all! I don’t know from where girls or assholic boys learn to not giving a damn after many months of talking and promising, and how they start giving NO SHIT just ’cause their one of friends got played. He stopped sighing, however, he began inhaling longer now and continued. I don’t know from where you have gotten ideas, but I don’t play, OKAY! For god’s sake, I don’t. Don’t you understand that huh!! he sighed again. He ran his right hand on his neck as he was being uncomfortable, his left hand was on the round wooden table, almost shaking.
That was gross, wasn’t it!! You don’t understand that it’s the world here boy, it’s the world of games and the great game is not giving any damn fuck after all of giving too much shit to something. She said cooly and shrugged.
Don’t you wanna fall in love ever!! he asked in a very low voice by getting afraid that she would not say anything. She did it many times when she was in a bad mood or mad at something. It had always been hard to mend her from her moods and once it was done she is a blooming flower; happy and content.
I don’t know, she frowned. Cause whenever I do, that other one messes up with me. They don’t want it till the eternity of this world and at the end or something whatsoever I don’t understand. I till now, have felt that I got played very well for the fuck’s sake.’ (and somehow, I stopped believing in this shit) she kept the last one to herself. However, the word SAKE was their favorite word in an uncomfortable conversation.
For some minutes, the silence spread and killed them both which, however, used to be very comfortable, and romantic, and even sympathetic. There was this hidden tension between them as both were afraid of losing people in life, may_be not just people but each other – the connection and intimacy so rare that both believed that they might never find another person like this ever again. But there was one thing in her own world or mind, she had thought and believed; it was very common and cool but wasn’t.
They both were seated on the table nearest to the river from where a great view could be seen. They both liked this view though however, today wasn’t about the view but something else. It was an open cafe and a few people were seated. Two couples, a few boys bragging on something and all at different tables. The counter was on the right side of him almost six meters away. The noises of the coffee machine turning on and off could be heard in the distance and one couple caught their eyes among the miraculous silence; that was created in their hearts and that couple was seated on the far corner of the table just at the edge of the light. The light wasn’t reaching there much, perhaps the lights got broken. So that their faces were in a bit of shadow but their body floated in the blackness. The left hand of a boy was on the shoulder of a girl like protecting and both were laughing about something a girl had just said. They often seemed to be touching each other. And the giggling and laughter could be heard from that corner. They both looked at that corner one after another and it seemed as though it made her angrier to reminisce about these moments of laughter and happiness together. It’s painful and seems impossible to let it go when you get those flashbacks. The next moment he understood she was angry and now, he perhaps won’t be able to mend her mood. His body became shivering – the sweat began popping out soon. His own heart was sinking by looking at that couple.
So did you get me here after everything I said to you about me… and explaining to you for not to believe in that gutter?? She knew he was talking about her miserable ideology of believing in playing emotional games.
Nope, I don’t. I still don’t get it, she said.
Why? he whispered and cringed that she would go away. He couldn’t hide water coming out of his eyes. He rubbed his eyes and looked away.
It’s just …um I don’t know…I just believed that …ahm…, Her voice was somehow shutting down, it’s just a game to play.
Who taught you that?
I got it from one of my friends, everyone played with her. And…she always told me … it’s just a game to play. And we are the players, you must be the better one, that’s it. If you don’t wanna get hurt then…, She said and they both understood it clearly. He liked when she tells the truth and becomes honest. They both knew each other so much that so many things they expressed half and both got it just like that. She had worn the navy blue Indian dress and his grey eyes couldn’t resist noticing the combination of both dress and dark sky behind her.
In fear he asked, may I ask you some….?
She was looking down on the table; hands cupped, fingers crossed and she bowed after a horrible silence of 30 seconds which almost seemed like more than 2 minutes.
Do you really believe it’s a game?
No, she said in a very soft voice. I never believed that. It’s just my friend that keeps forcing me to believe. I have never believed in that shit. she said last words like she was crying and put her hands on her face.
He offered a hug to her and the next moment, she was wrapped under his arms. He looked at her before she set on his bench for a hug, her face was sad and tired and vague. Now, they were sitting on one table in front of the horizon.
Do you believe in forever? He whispered in her left ear and she hugged him harder. He could feel her touch on his head; his hair being muffled gently. She knew he liked his hair being touched and he rubbed his hands on her wrist and he buried his one hand on her hair and ran his hand on her long hair gently on purpose that everything will be OKAY. An old feeling of content and relaxation ran over them.
While stretching out from hugging she tried to touch his cheek, and he had to stifle a shriek. He thought she was trying to slap him. Her fingers were wet as always. He could see her red wet eyes which met his and abruptly, she got her control back. She was in the habit of touching his cheeks and kissing a bit on his mouth.
I don’t know, I have to think about it… I have to think about it.
She understood it works like magic. Magic she thought was a lie, and now, realized that lie was in the world of others and not hers. From that moment, she started believing in not playing with anyone anymore.
There’s only one thing to tell and all say it differently and that’s the beauty of being described in many beautiful ways. It’s worth it. Some say it’s bullshit and still do believe in this shit. And that’s the beauty of actions and words, isn’t it??
But, what if I want to shut the fuck up? What if I don’t want it, don’t want this… anything at all? She said. She sometimes freaks out by thinking of the future and everything. And when she does she makes some awful decisions which about, she also had never thought of.
I think it doesn’t make sense anymore. she said. Now, they were seated facing each other.
Who told you this? Who tells you to mess up every time something is about to happen? Why? Why? He was about to scream. His whole body was shaking. Do you fear that I would mess it all up and before I do, you want to make it all happen by yourself – just ’cause that has happened in someone else’s story!! He stopped and gazed at her, trying to make eye contact; to find the truth in her eyes instead of words and she knew that he was telling the truth. She had believed in so many things just ’cause it was said by her friends or in some tv shows or movies or some other person who seemed good and famous or something in such a way that life is lived carelessly and make others miserable by your actions.
Let’s be friends for heaven’s sake, Lina!! He said thumping his hand to the table. We have kissed, YES, for sure many times at least. But what’s this? Can’t we have it at least — just talking, you know? He said. The connection they had was so obvious and true and both knew that.
No, we can’t. I don’t deserve you. Find someone else, She said eventually.
But I’m not expecting anything…. Anything from you my grace. We can have it for some time …if that’s what you want to, he wanted it till the eternity of times but he can’t let his mouth open as these are frightful and dangerous words and now, he couldn’t make her talk for even five minutes, then how could his mouth say eternity and all.
You want a reason?? The goddamn reason! why don’t I want it!!…then listen. I have got bored of you…I don’t like you anymore. Her gaze said is this now clear? But the expression she made after she said was completely obvious and that was anticipating her to not let it go. Not ruin for her own self.
He couldn’t understand why words say different and eyes deny. Why?
You can tell me if I have told you a bad word or anything you didn’t like that can’t be talked between two normal people…do tell me, please!! He had been sensitive for weeks. Now, there was no ego left in him to talk to her. It was an ego-free zone. He had never talked with anyone that freely and selfless and he thought; if he would not do it now, then he knew the person sitting right in front of him would be gone in a second and he can’t or must not let that happen. He was not in the position to lose anyone or… especially her. He had lost many close friends; some went to other countries or cities for either job or studies, some simply stopped calling after either school or College; he had often thought he should try calling them and even did but there was no effort from the other side, but now, he didn’t care about losing every bit of his ego and letting that person NOT – GO – AWAY from him was the only thing left to do and he must not let that thing happen to him anymore – not in any case.
After that in a minute, she left the cafe. The blackness spread around him and his thoughts became white and black and colorless.
Two months later:
He was sitting alone in the same cafe at the same time, same seat; drinking black coffee and thinking he should have done something after their last meetup; at least call her. However, at the end of their last meet-up; she told him she would call him or text him if she is interested. And the next moment he began reminiscing about everything; he couldn’t resist cringing himself from something and repeating the same thing to himself with his hands thumping on the table: I want to forget everything, every shit and every piece that tells me I love her. I don’t wanna be sorry anymore. I wanna hide that shit within myself. I just want to get rid of it and that’s it. But deep down, I know it’s an impossible thing to get over. And I won’t mustn’t couldn’t and eventually shouldn’t. It’s all just being said or thought inside gutter some mind. Now, it seems okay. But could I see the world like this just after 5 minutes? would I be the same person I have become now? Would I stop caring that much after 5 minutes or would I start caring much more after 5 minutes from this current mood of adversity?
I know and don’t know at the same time for god’s mercy what should I do!! Should I kill myself every day for being a dick for thinking that once upon a time I had fallen in love with a girl and can’t live without her or ‘should I venture into the shoes of future?’ Why does this train of thoughts don’t want to stop being a pain in an ass? Why does it matter so much to me? Am I too afraid that I won’t get someone just like her?
And his vague head answered in return: yes, hell yeah. And it’s true you won’t ever get anyone like her. She was and would always be a miracle… A star whose after, you fall deep into the wilderness not only for now and before, but for ever.
Jay, his girlfriend – Jenisha, and one other couple had decided to go to the cinema to watch a movie, but somehow her girlfriend’s mom got ill so she could not come, and with that, his other college couple also declined. Though as ‘Scorpio part two’ was one of his favourite movies, he decided to go. He never cared about watching the film alone as before his girlfriend came into his life, he used to watch a film alone in the theatre.
He entered the cinema hall, the movie was about to start; only Jay and one old man were in the cinema hall; Jay sat in the middle of the theatre amid two sidewalks and the old man sat on the right side, a row below him, the corner seat of his right collum. The film began with a vivid atmosphere; a perfect beach life and stealthily it started to turn upside down; in film, an ill redhead awful joker had come back after many years to spoil their life. If anyone sees Joker that person gets killed and many got killed by that even in dreams as the suspicious killing was the main threat of joker.
Jay had heard that there was a Joker many years ago who used to appear after some ten years; he didn’t give much heed to them but he though had a little doubt as that news story was published in a city magazine.
Before the interval, a group of people (the defenders) in the film who got survived in the first part of the film tried to escape but couldn’t as the joker’s power was increased. At the interval, Jay fell into sleep and woke up with the joker on the seat of an old man. It was almost dark and very tiny lights were reaching their sight. Something hideous like a long collum parted red tongue was spreading out of his mouth and the horror creepy music of the film in the background was playing loudly as something was about to happen and reaching him.
Jay normally did not afraid of ghosts; though he never said he didn’t believe in ghosts or something creepy like Joker.
As joker crawled with dropping blood on the floor, Jay tightened his grip on his seat; sat tight with the thundering heart on his mouth and intangible fearful feeling on his body. Joker jumped and grabbed Jay’s face and vomited the blackness on Joy’s eyes. His large torn tongue grabbed his face in haste; a lot of blood dripped from his mouth and finally, his whole mouth opened and in a moment Jay’s head was into Jokers creepy bloody mouth – all of it happened so quickly that there was no time left to rescue himself. Suddenly, he woke up and found the movie running and a dead man nowhere. As soon as possible, he got out of the theatre and reached the washroom with the biggest panic attack of his life; sweat bubbling on the forehead – breathing heavily like on full moon high tides touching the shore and go away. And there as he entered the washroom an old man was washing his hands alone. He had become so afraid of that old man that he decided and waited till that old man to go, but when he turned Jay found he was the bloody joker and in the second joker was standing beside him and he got eaten by joker’s strong tongues.
Now, he again found waking up and vibrating with deadly shock and thought: it must not be a never-ending cycle. Again he heard the loud mysteries music and found it on his usual seat. Suddenly, without going into the washroom he ran like an enemy behind him and slapped himself to see whether he went out of dreams.
It’s been many days since I have been stuck in this dark and cruel and perilous doom instead of going to heaven (after DEATH, you know – the end of the body and both pleasant and awful life in this universe) as I had done an agreement with this fu..ing God that when I die, I go to hell otherwise I don’t die at all ( that could be the nightmarish metaphor too ). I had never feared death before I entered this creepy place and found that it had been filled with full of lonely creatures. The rule here is pretty clear. If anyone makes a noise that person disappears the next day, it seems like God has a gang in this shitti hell to disappear people or maybe we can call God the gangster of the all-time. And I’m saying this all because someone just screamed a few days ago and the next day he simply disappeared like a puff of smoke! It was all done in spite of neither hurting and screaming and scratching and not even any sound of denial. It seems like he wants this world to have no more voice than two people talking with each other. Meanwhile, I have begun doubting that God might have some hearing problem.
It feels like a prison from where nobody could escape, and even if you try and succeed, I wonder where would you end up! in heaven, earth or on another planet like . . . earth!!!. Who the hell knows, where anybody ends up from here, right! And by the way, is anyone sure where they are or is it the hell they are just talking about? I sometimes feel like I’m still on earth as I still need oxygen to breathe or it’s kind of a project of horrid doom and heaven. I sometimes even wonder what heaven could look like.
I have, sometimes, wished that let’s shout out loud and get out of this crazy moron land and find out wherever it ceases. But I want to find here my sister who died in a car accident a few days ago (as per my memory on which sometimes I have doubted too). However, as I talked people by speaking low voiced, every moron on this planet has lost someone so everyone is like: there’s on the one side darkness to stay and on the other side hope to find someone they have already lost.
As I’m a 16-year-old boy, I haven’t seen a world on a larger scale though I know what’s going on here. We, every day, find 2 bottles of water somewhere here which I feel that it is other than water ‘cause that’s what keeps us maybe having a metaphor or an inexplicable illusion that we are in the whirling bloody hell by not having proper thoughts of anything, I hope this is right unless it’s also an illusion of having such thoughts. However, what about these bottles of water! Who put them there? who are they, the servants of God?
Every day, I wake up, drink some water(which almost looks like it) and then sleep again or go outside to see from far away the people fighting with each other and kill each other over minor issues and smell the blood from a distance. I have made some friends here(yeah here too 😉 ): wild Jack, the same age as mine whom I meet 2-3 times per week and we do some crazy time pass shit together. Lisa, a white beautiful well figured 17-year-old girl, lives also near me (yeah there are damn filthy reeking tents here) whom I meet… almost three times per week and we take some risks and explore the hell like an adventure (but the bitter truth is it has been the goddamn suffering )which isn’t ‘cause mostly we have seen people killing each other by some distance and have never ventured to go near them. The land is dry and horrid bleak, far worse than the desert, sometimes there is blood everywhere, and sometimes not, sometimes I wonder who the hell cleans this blood every day or is it just an illusion of hell or it’s what hell looks like by the one hell of truth. Now, let me tell you what happened a few days (yeah let’s assume as days) ago:
Maybe a month passed, life had been totally unfair. Once after being a good friend of Lisa and Jack, I tried to convince them that we should do something, wander here maybe, explore to some distance( under the milky sun, yeah it seemed milky and wasn’t giving a warm light but soft) so we can know what this place looks like. Jack agreed with me but Lisa didn’t. One morning, I and Jack started walking, but, before even striding about three miles we found some tents and ground full of blood and all the crazy shit. Fortunately, there wasn’t any sign of any human being, people got killed as a butcher kills chickens. Creepy blood, blood, blood, filth, filth, filth. The more I looked over the place, the dizzier I became. Jack brought me back to the tent where I lived. I woke up after several hours. Jack was ill-humoured so he liked seeing the bloodstream and was content after seeing something new after the same crazy shit of every day.
A day after, we decided to explore again for the sake of inner curiosity. Lisa joined us this time. As we reached the camp filled with bloodstream there wasn’t any blood. Everything got cleaned up! didn’t know how but it was just like that – a miracle filled with magic. From morning to almost 2 hours before evening we saw nothing, walking and resting, walking and resting was everything. However. somehow we didn’t get tired. We hadn’t even needed to rest and though, resting was a part of the human body so for the sake of that, we did rest and I felt marvellous not to feel human weakness.
After many miles, we ended up at a mound and tried to see hell far away from where it met the horizon. Now, we got tired not from walking instead by seeing the same shit everywhere. Our mind had become weary but not Jack’s. We came back to a few hundred meters where we had seen two tents and stayed there for a night. Jack became very offensive while we talked about who will stay in which tent. He wanted his own tent so finally, we gave him. (At night some extremely offensive noises were heard so we never thought of going outside at night and frankly to give up)
Lisa and I had to stay in one tent. Somehow, she started talking about her miserable life on earth and I couldn’t resist and so I also began talking to her: She didn’t like going to school and surprisingly I also didn’t. Our some interests were even common like we both liked playing football. We both hated watching TV. However, she liked singing and I didn’t, so I demanded her nicely to sing a song for me and she did and it was madly beautiful.
The next day, we woke up and started walking again. Before we had even passed maybe three miles(it seemed so), some big guy with a huge axe came up and I thought we had nothing to fight for but there was Jack with a knife on the hand- the hero of the hell (i wondered where he found the knife, but then thought he might have taken it from these bloody awful tents). He went forward and the man with the big moustache and long hair attacked him but Jack slipped. I and Lisa strode away as fast as we could. But when we looked back from some distance, neither of them were alive. They both had killed each other. (Pure justice isn’t it? Two assholes killed each other?)
Now, we were in a weary situation.
‘our hero has died with honor.’ I said and laughed.
‘Think so’ she sighed.
A heavy Silence fell upon us.
( What the hell now? – I wondered)
A thing like a sun moved west and the cold wind was tumbling through my hair.
‘We should get their weapons. What do you think?’ I suggested.
‘It’s risky. You know’ she replied.
‘But the risk is our last hope. What if some other asshole comes?’
‘Yeah, right.’
‘Let me go alone then. If you don’t want to come. I will be back soon.’ I said.
‘No No I’m coming.’
We grabbed weapons and left that crime scene. We again started talking about our life on earth for some miles. Meanwhile, I could say: we had started liking each other. Now, we strode with holding hands, making fun and agreed on enjoying some moments before we finally would evaporate (in the air like from water becomes steam and here in the hell bodies disappear )‘cause we thought: Not today then tomorrow we will become like them: not even particles in the air we will be. However, there was nothing else to enjoy by sharing moments of our life than living in this creepy hell.
‘I never had any boyfriend’ she said, ‘It’s not like I didn’t like that shit you know’ she giggled. ‘I just saw my best friend Maria who had a boyfriend for two years and finally what happened? Her boyfriend broke up with her just ‘cause she liked joking too much! Moreover, he said ‘’You are not of my type!” She had laughed and so did I. ‘what the hell was he doing for that whole year? Is that that he liked her before and not now? Ohh, man! What the fuck man! that shit is huge and too bullshit, you know.’
‘Yeah’ I nodded.
Now, we reached the pick of the mound. She was walking front and had held my one hand which she liked to have someone near her. As we walked at the peak of the mound, a voice of foot scratching came nearer, and finally, I saw a man with long hair, tight jaw, his body followed after him as he strode. As we had held our hands, I pulled her with great force, and I realized that force could be helped to move forward so I pushed the coming man with my strong foot. The coming man tried to escape but couldn’t and so he got kicked strongly and finally, stopped rolling at the edge of the mound. We saw him with thumping heart till he stopped moving. Lisa looked into my eyes miserably like the end of the world and stopped shivering, grabbed my face, and kissed me like I had given her any signal for that. Her Soft lips were upon mine, rolling and pressing hard and showing love which no one had ever shown me before or liked me before on earth. Somehow time became infinity. And I realized there was also time and shit shit shit there was also the milky sun. She hugged me after that and said “ Thank you.’’ and eventually, after a long time in hell, I felt something. I could feel her thighs pressing against mine. Her breast making some moves and leaving no space in between two bodies. She entwined and whirled her one hand on my back and another on the neck, trying to feel me all, all at once and I gave her the same in return, with hands twisting and seizing.
Some kind of dwindling engine approaching could be heard nearer not only from one side from every side. Like some trap of zombies, from where there was no escape. We saw the fallen man rising from the corner of our eyes who looked like a walking grotesque zombie. She hugged tighter with this new reality or the End of . . . and we shut our eyes like this was the last moment of our life to evaporate. Maybe not of life ‘cause life was already gone long ago rather just an existence in this world in this goddamn universe and time again slipped.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, very hot air began roaring and wheezing and touching; somehow our bodies for the first time ever began sweating like wetting; making our chest and thighs adhesive — it almost seemed that our bodies had become some kind of magnet, leaving no space where it had not touched.
When we eventually opened our eyes, fifteen cars had circled us. And They all were clapping. I thought a new dream had just begun, that the zombie killed us and we ended up in the new suffering, new time, under the new rules and new offensive air. Eventually, a professional man with fancy goggles and clothes advanced and said to leave your weapon. We did miserably.
He said: ‘We are scientists and it was a project which you have just experienced. What a human feels when a human thinks he is in hell and we have concluded a lot now. Thank you so much for that. You, for sure, now have doubt that what happened to your friend Jack right!. And so let me tell you he is one of the scientists. And he still lives.’ He said proudly like we were some toys that could be used for anything, anything at all!
From behind us Jack came and blinked on us. ‘I’m really sorry to tell you guys what you had to experience’ sighed Jack.
‘You shit basterds. It’s not a game’ yelled Lisa.
She held my hands, turned on my side, and said: ‘tell me what’s going on. I’m not understanding anything. It’s more than worse. I’m not getting anything’ Even I had no words. I was completely in shock. We directly shifted to the hospital. I saw my sister sitting beside me when I woke up(she wasn’t dead, yeah). She hugged me a little and said nothing, just silence was enough.
After everything, scientists came and told me and Lisa everything of that experiment. ‘Your food had been given by tiny pipes under your body at night and one injection had also been injected every day after you fell asleep so you could not sense anything in the body at a day like no test, smell, etc.’
After a day they asked us a few questions regarding sense and experience and we answered as best as possible. We left that hospital and hoped to never look back. It seemed like the beginning of a new life.
Now, after a year, I and Lisa are still together and living together and sitting on the same bench in the school. And we enjoy school and life as the last moment of life being slipped away.
