Alone...

“Why don’t you just leave me alone?” he screamed and banged the door shut with a rage that’s killing him cell by cell, tissue by tissue, blood to bones, blood to brain. He is already half dead. A dying dead.

Pissed off with things going around him and his life, he dived into his bed desperately trying to reconnoiter his mind, trying to discover something which he had forgotten for some months now, the sleep!

He began his usual dose of talking with the God. Someone who happen to peep into his room accidentally would certainly call a mental health physician for help. But, in real, he is not the one who needs the care. Maybe the world, which is smothering his nostrils, choking his lungs, restraining his heart, obstructing his brain that belonged to the next generation, need special mental care. He was simple. The world made him complicated and then cursed his complicacy.

“That’s how this planet functions…isn’t it?” he asked. There was no reply. “Why shouldn’t I come with you? I have no significance and nothing to reside here. Take me with you”. There was still no answer.

He maintained a dead silence, just as his life had, for minutes. Minutes later, he screamed again “why don’t you just leave me alone?”

With his eyes thirsty for tears, he shed some to quench its thirst in an effort to make at least his eyes happy. And he lied there on the bed as an inanimate thing, trying to forget that he had forgotten the art of sleeping.

He dozed off with some difficulty into a pleasant dream. It didn’t last either. He woke up sensing some fluid on his face. He had difficulty guessing whether it was sweat or his tears.

The fan had stopped rotating. He realized that there was no power. He went to the bathroom to refresh his sweaty face. There was no water either. He shouted “Mom…nothing is right in this house!!” There was no reply either. A silence as horrible as loudness, indescribable, mysterious, baffling, prevailed over the house. He reached for a light. But they didn’t work either. Infuriated, he went to his Mom’s room, just to discover that there is none in the house.

With the fear clinching his bowels, he came out of the house yelling “is there anybody out there?”, but there was no reply as usual to his posed questions. It was a no moon day leaving the earth alone in its self imposed darkness. There was no shadow following him. He wandered through the streets to find out that he was the only one in the whole town. But the God above had a better view. “He was the only one living, though questionable, dying on the face of the earth”

He thought that GOD finally had seemed to have granted his wish, replied his questions, though not in the desired manner. He still had loads of confusion blurring his immaculate mind. “Had he arrived in a new place or have they left”….but one thing was throbbing his heart…

“Why don’t you just leave me alone?” echoed through his mind restlessly!

p.s. Can you friends see this as a thriller in any angle??Hmmmm..if you do so..let me publish this for Dreamcatcher who asked me to write a thriller some months back before he went off for a hiatus..this is for you brother..:)