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*Sound of gunshot*
Dark. Cold. Damp.
"Is she dead?" I hear a man's voice very close to me. I hold my breath as a finger hovers near my nostrils. I cringe internally.
"Naah, the bitch ain't dead. Just out cold!" I hear a mocking voice and lot of footsteps around me. Oh God. I am with them. The enemies. I feel my body through my mind - I feel all right except a little pain towards the left side of my ribs. My dagger, tucked inside my vest is still intact – cold against the warmth of my body. I am alive. Surprise, they have not found my weapon yet. What happened? My family! I feel a tear leak out of my left eye.
"She is hot, dude! It's been a while. Wanna give a shot?!" Third man's voice. Leering and disgusting. Heaven save me.
"You dare fucking touch her and I will kill you!" That voice. I feel myself sinking. Where have I heard this voice before? Where?
"Whoa! Man, what's your problem? She ain't your bitch - we found her - you just killed her family, but we got her here! So, she is ours!" Lot of commotion. They want me - want to devour me.
"I am warning you the last time. Any one of you fucking touches her and I will forget we are together. Do.You.Hear.Me? I will kill her myself." He repeats – his voice cold as steel knife. I shiver. This time, there's no argument. I feel people leave and involuntarily, I exhale in relief.
"You can open your eyes. You're safe now." He is talking to me. But I am dead afraid to see what will be before me. I am suddenly in air - he has lifted me up - and lowers me on a bed. My heart has forgotten to beat. He isn't my savior. I feel the quilt around me, as he tucks me in the bed.
"I am right here - if you need anything." He assures me as I whisper a soft Thank you.
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Pain. Fear. Loss.
"Hello? Excuse me?" I whisper at the silhouette sitting a good 5-6 feet apart from the bed. My heart thuds in fear of unknown. What if this is someone else? Better. I would rather die than live.
"Yes. I am here. Do you feel all right?" Same voice. It's too dark to see who he is. But I know the voice. I feel him walk towards me as I rise and sit on the bed. I need to get out of this place but not before taking some of these people down with me.
"I am good. Are you going to kill me now?" I ask, gritting my teeth.
"Hahah. I saved your life! Why would I kill you now?" He says - boyish laughter lacing his voice.
"You killed my family. And I should be grateful to you for letting me live?" I mock. Seriously. Things these people expect. There's a reason why this is called a War.
"No. I could not...kill...you." His voice chokes. Strange. And a weakness that could definitely kill.
"Too bad...'cause I ain't letting you live." I leap on him with my dagger aimed for his neck. I am not a combatant but I am not weak either. He swiftly raises his palm as my knife slashes a deep cut in his left shoulder.
"Oh no you don't!" He grabs me by my waist and throws me on the floor. His left arm is bleeding as he holds both my arms down on the floor. And in the light falling on him from a distance, I see his face as his blood colors me. My eyes widen as the dagger drops from my hand.
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Love. Memories. Truth.
“What the fuck?!” I feel numbness creeping all over me.
“Get out of here before they come. They wouldn’t like what they see.” Kay shoves me aside, his gun pointing at my chest.
Kay – my childhood best friend. Kay, the topper of his University. Kay – my first love. The one who was interested in all that communist jazz for which I used to tease him. I had asked him once if he could shoot me, if I ever went to the dark side. Who knew, that childish banter would come true?
He killed my family. He is enemy. But I used to love him. No, I will not let myself weaken. Kay points at the ventilation window, directing me to escape as he turns around to check.
“Kay. I never forgot you.” I pull him to me and shove the dagger deep into his heart. The ghost of a smile that had touched his lips briefly leaves, as he gapes in shock. I stab him again as he falls on me, the trigger of his gun pressing.
The bullet scrapes my waist as I free myself of his weight and jump off the window. This Pain is Beautiful. This War has ended.
Heartbeat a Heartbeat I need a Heartbeat a Heartbeat.
Tell me would you kill to save a life.
A song that fires me up like anything. It's called Hurricane (Click on the link) from 30 Seconds to Mars. Here's a Lyrics video for you. The last two lines are from there. Lemme know what you think. :)
Till the next time fellas - Keep the fire alive and chase your dreams to light. Blessed be!