Writing inspires me. Its my strongest and greatest ever passion. I feel (can't think of words to say how I feel) while writing. It's my weapon. Its the way I express things which I cannot say or don't want to say. I write the best when I'm sad, lonely or when my past makes me restless. Anyway, here it is, a piece of my writing. I wrote this short story some while ago. Hope you enjoy it. And please do tell me how was it.
Slainte.
It was somewhat pretty cold out there. The wind which was
quite freezing and chilly, as it hit my face, felt like a spiky knife-like
thing. It was getting dark, the sky had
turned into shades of dark-gray, purple and blue and silence had befallen the
town of Norfolk Hills, California. I could hear the waves hit the shore nearby
as I glided through the stoned pathway towards my home. There was hardly any
passerby or a car on the road, I thought because of thanksgiving. Snow had
covered everything except the road and side way which was cleared. Though the
bitter of winter was something I did not felt comfortable with but I had always
liked winters since I gained consciousness. I remember going out with my dad to
Greenland on his work venture. In his free time, we hung out and visited the
great icy parks there. There was this time when I made this disfigured but
somehow cute little snowman. When it fell I started crying but dad hugged me
and told me it was okay. He always did. That was the one thing I loved the most
about dad, his assurance and consolation. I felt so protected and secure
because of it. My dad, Parker Wilson, was a corporate lawyer, the best of
California and he was the proud co-partner of Parker, Davis & Watson. I
adored him and always looked up to him. He was one I always went to be it times
of hardships or sheer joy. Four years back, in my last year at University of
Pennsylvania, I got a phone call from mum. She was sobbing heavily and could
not bring up herself to speak anything. I got dead worried and asked her to
hand over the phone to my sister Kate. What Kate told me, left a hole in my
heart, a huge void in my life that could never be filled I thought. I was so
broken after hearing the news that I did not even go for my graduation
ceremony. My dad had died in a plane crash. He was going to France for an international
conference there and to meet with some clients. But the plane never made it to
Paris, it crashed into the Pacific and nobody made it alive.
It was unbelievable,
a bitter reality which I was not at all ready to accept at any cost whatever it
may be. I guess it’s always hard to believe when someone we love so much leaves
us forever. The realization that, that person will never be with us and all
that’s left are memories. I did not go back home and decided to live alone. I
rented an apartment in Philadelphia at first but then moved to my dad’s home in
Norfolk Hills. I moved everything related to him and sent it away where my
family lived in San Francisco. I stayed home most of the day, barely ate something,
watched TV all the day or wandered on roads at night drenched in endless
thoughts or lost in memories of dad. Sleeping at night was the hardest part. I
had nightmares at most of the times and it was all becoming so agonizing. My
eyes ached due to sleep deprivation and I got dark circles under my eyes. My
hair had become dishevelled and I looked awful. I did not enrol myself in any
university for further studies. Life had become so meaningless and bleak. I
could not figure out anything at all. I spent most of my time crying. I had
ended contact with all of my friends and it hurt me more when none of them
tried to reach out to me except Lynn. But she was in London miles away. We
talked up on phone sometimes or had a video chat every week now and then but I
had not heard from her since a while. Probably due to her studies I thought. So
in short my life had become a wreck. But it was all until I came across David.
It was an extremely cold eve of January and I was running
out of groceries so I went to the nearby supermarket to get some supplies. I
was not feeling well so I hurried through, paid up the cashier and drove home
quickly. I stopped at a petrol station on way. Once my car was filled up I
hurried back home. I was feeling dizzy and everything was becoming blurred. I
tried to not fade out but it happened in the spur-of-the-moment and my car went
over the overpass. I yelled out for help because I was drowning and I did not
know how to swim. Everything had become still and dark and I passed out. The
last thing I remember from that journey was desperately shouting for help. I
woke up in a dimly lit room by the lamp beside the bed on which I was lying on.
It looked like a hospital room and it was. I recognized it from the equipment
next to me and some pins that were inserted in my hand. I tried to get up but
could not. I felt so weak and drained. I could not open my eyes properly
probably because I was heavily sedated. I saw a man coming near me; he placed a
hand on my forehead and asked me, ‘how are you feeling now?’ I tried to speak
but could not find the strength to do so. The next time I opened my eyes it was
daytime and the blinds were moved away from the window to let the sunlight
flood the room. I could see the man sitting in the far corner of the room
reading a magazine. He was just about my age I took a wild guess. His green
colored eyes had that charm I’d never seen in anyone’s but dads. His hair was
jet black and he was wearing a black shirt with sky-blue jeans. I was feeling
better than before and more strengthened. The moment he saw me awake he came
near me and said, ‘Good morning. You’ve been out for, like a day. Anyway, I’m
David. How’re you?’ I told him I was better, he smiled and then told me how he
saw my car going over and that he was the one who got me out of the water and
brought me here. After hearing all that, I said ‘thank you’. The doctor said I
could go home the next day after seeing my charts and progress. David stayed
with me and drove me home the next day. I asked him to come inside but he said
he had to head off somewhere at that time and that he would meet me for coffee
someday soon. I was feeling well again but still dreadfully shocked by what had
happened with me. I missed dad even more as time went by. Sometimes I could
feel that he was with me. But then it was nothing but a delusion. Almost a week
had passed by from the accident and I still went on with the unsavory routine. It
was Sunday morning and I had made pancakes for myself for the breakfast with a
cup of hot black coffee. As I was just about to plunge into the plate the
doorbell rang. I wondered who it was. I haven’t had visitors for quite a while
just some visits by the neighbors girl and her little brother. I put the plate
and coffee on the table and went for the door. I asked who it was and the reply
came was, ‘It’s me’. The voice was kind of recognizable so I opened the door.
It was him, David, the guy who had saved my life. ‘Hey, I was uh not expecting
anyone today. Well please come on in’ I said with a staggered tone. I took him
into the living room and offered him coffee which he accepted. My house had a
huge living room with an open kitchen and a long corridor which led to the
rooms and study. My dad had set the room in an inquisitive manner which I
didn’t destroy because I loved it the way it was. There was an evergreen in the
corner of the room, bookshelves covered one wall and the other had a fireplace
with pictures of my dad and I placed on the mantle. There was a huge plasma TV
on the wall adjacent to it. We talked for like an hour about some random
things. I thanked him again for saving my life and I meant it, if it hadn’t
been for him I would have probably drowned and been dead by now. His family
lived in Florida he said but he lived here in California because of the
university. I asked him about his interests and they matched mine, most of them,
quite weird I thought. He asked me if we could have lunch with me but I
politely refused because I had just known him for a little while and I could
not be that blunt with him. He gave me his contact number just in case I
changed my mind. He had this aura of pleasure and serenity around him which I
found very striking. Quite the individual I always had wanted to meet I thought
but I saw to it to hide my feelings and acted really snobbish. Which I realized
later on was very foolish of me.
After meeting him something had changed in me. I felt quite
lively and full of strength. I made up a schedule and cleaned up the mess my
house had become. Tidied my wardrobe and went out for shopping. I got a new
haircut and ate out at Tracy’s where I always went with dad at weekends. Their
steak was splendid and chocolate soufflé was exquisitely delicious. Some days
passed by and I had developed a quite strong timetable. I went out for a long
walk in the morning and brought up some books to read. I cooked new dishes and
enjoyed them all by myself; well sometimes I sent some to Martha, my neighbors
ten year old who looked up to me a lot. It had not been very long since dad had
left me but I guess I had to, to move on with my life. To become what my dad
wanted me to be. I had to become a successful and bright detective at NYPD. And
I did. So I searched up on the Internet for universities and enrolled myself at
university of North California. My classes started the next week so I purchased
the books started digging into them and kept myself as busy as I possibly
could. I did not sleep the night before my university started. The first day
there was quite thrilling I met some old friends from my undergrad years and I
loved studying what I had chosen. Life seemed somewhat on the right track now.
I went to the library to get some books and saw him, David, sitting over there
working on his laptop. He also saw me and waved me to come over there where he
was. I went there and said hi. I asked him what he was working on and he told
me about this project about criminal psychology he had to submit. He was a
criminology student, just like me. I found it really fascinating our lives to
be so similar, well regarding the things we studied and liked. He said he had
tickets to a movie that night starring the actor I adored and asked me if I
wanted to go. I quickly said ‘Why not?’ and he remarked ‘cool, I’ll pick you at
seven then and if you don’t mind can we have dinner together after the movie?’
I hesitated at first but agreed to it seeing that there was no harm in it.
I went home after my class ended and opened my wardrobe to
pick up what to wear for that night. I ended up with a red-velvet shirt and
black jeans over which I was going to wear my coat because it was too cold
outside. David came at my place exactly at seven but I made him wait another
fifteen minutes because I could not find my shoes, which I had to wear. I left
my hair open and grabbed my glasses, locked the door behind me and got into his
sedan. He was wearing a dark brown jacket and blue jeans. The movie was epic
and we went to La Guardias’ for dinner. After dinner we sat there for like
hours and talked about like almost everything, our lives, and our plans for the
future, families and interests. I had never felt so comfortable talking with
anyone before except of course dad. Tears suddenly filled up my eyes as I was
talking about dad and I could not utter a word all of a sudden. I was gasping
for breath and I felt like everything closing in on me. It was just so painful
talking about him; he was startled to hear about the distress dads’ death had
caused me. I told him everything that I hadn’t told anyone, how pleasure less I
felt before and how meaningless life had become at that time. I was not aware
of the reason why I trusted him so much, a stranger, a thing I never did,
suddenly but I just know that I did. He said he intended to become a great
friend of mine and it gave me hope, a feeling that I had not familiarity with
since a long time. Time passed by and we got acquainted with each other so much
that we thought of each other as brother and sister and we really believed in
that. I shared everything with him and he did the same. We studied together,
went shopping together, I sand with him and he played pranks on me which I
liked.
Then it came like a blow, like a knife stabling me through
the heart and left me wounded horribly. I fainted on the night of the
masquerade prom at the university. He took me to the hospital and the doctor
took me for surgery at once. When I woke up, David was by my side, the worried
look on his face sickened me even more. I was covered by a blue sheet. I wasn’t
wearing my prom gown anymore but the hospital one. My head ached awfully and I
whispered slowly, ‘what happened David, am I alright?’ he tried to speak but
couldn’t at first, then slowly these stabbing words came out of his mouth. ‘You
have got cancer, Stace. I-I’m so sorry.’ And tears came trickling down his
face. I didn’t know what to say or feel. I suddenly felt so numb and wretched.
I was dying. The realization dawned upon me like a nightmare, and it was, it
really was. I tried to fight the tears but I could not help and I burst out. He
tried to calm me but I cried until I felt relieved. I thought it was no use to
lose hope and give up so I decided to fight till the end. The doctor said it
was the beginning and most likely it could be cured. That gave me hope and
something to hold onto.
It was the last year at university. The treatments had
healed me and I was normal again. I was heading back home on a wintry night
from the university as a car approached me; it was a navy-blue mustang. Two
guys came out of it, they were dressed in black, and I could not see their
faces because they were covered by their hoods. At first I kept walking
normally but then as I looked back they were still behind me, following. I
panicked and started running. The street was deserted. My heel caught up in
something and I fell. My head hit the ground and I went unconscious. When I
opened my eyes I was in a barn or something that resembled to a warehouse. My
body throbbed with pain badly and I felt so weak. I was tied up to a chair and
there was a gag on my mouth. I tried to resist but it was of no use. Then after
some hours a guy came in. The same black hooded one, this time he was holding a
steel rod. I chill ran down my spine as I tried to shout but the gag restrained
me do so. The first hit was so blunt and terrible, on my leg that I thought I
was going to pass out because of the pain. He kept hitting until I dimmed out.
I was found lying, covered in blood, with my hands and legs tied on the river
court near the south east avenue of Norfolk Hills. I was instantly taken to the
state hospital for medical help and I healed quickly. But the incident was so
traumatizing that it left me shocked for the endless time to come. The pain I
had to endure for the rest of my life.
Some days had passed since I’d come back from the hospital,
and I had recovered fully not mentally but physically. David had moved in with
me on my request. He slept in the other room right next to mine. But still I
couldn’t sleep properly. I often woke up in the middle of night soaked to the
skin or sometimes I was as cold as ice. I had nightmares about people killing
me or abducting me. Sometimes I woke up shouting and David would hurry into my
room to see if I was alright. David was always there for me, to protect me and
took care of me like nothing else. We went to the Alps for vacations later that
year but I knew he was trying to make my fears go away and make me forget the
strain I had gone through but it was not that simple as he thought he was and I
guess he knew it too. I tried to convince him that I was fine but he wouldn’t
believe me and say, ‘you don’t know how to lie, dear’. I started seeing a
therapist to make my worries and trauma go away. It helped me a lot. I was
psychologically healing now as well and that too to a considerable extent. I
started going to university again and graduated after a few months with an
appreciable GPA and applied for a job as homicide detective at NYPD which I was
accepted to a few days later. David had taken a gap year after his graduation
and was now searching for employment. He was criminology major too but a year
senior than me. With a queer expression I handed over the phone to him and
said, ‘Some guy from Interpol is asking for you’. After he hung up by the looks of his face I
could tell it was something he didn’t want to tell me and I didn’t bother to
ask. When we were watching the ‘X-files’ later that night he said he wanted to
talk with me about something in his room. I switched off the television and
went in the room with him. I sat on the couch and he on the bed. He said, ‘I
got an offer from the Interpol, Stacy. They want me to be an agent in France.
It’s a high profile job and well paid too’ I don’t know why but I felt
something break inside me. ‘What do you think?’ he asked. I was about to say, ‘Please
don’t go David!’ but I didn’t. Instead I said with a heavy heart and a dreary
manner ‘uh yeah you should really go for it; I mean that-that’s awesome news
David! You-you should take it’. He ejaculated with thrill, ‘Yeah, I’m going to
take it. But…’ We both knew what that meant. He had to go away. He had to move
to another country and I had to live alone again. I was so used to him being
around that the thought of him being so far away was excruciating. I felt so
protected and secure from him being around and now with him gone… My worst
fears were starting to brew in my mind all over again.
Next day after grabbing dinner from a nearby restaurant we
were sitting in his car. I ate my burger and drank half of the coke and after
that I said I was done because I really was. I was full up to the food-pipe.
There was this tense air around us, unanswered questions hanging about our
heads. I kept staring at his expressionless face, looking into his eyes for an
answer. He had to leave the early morning next day. But all he did was held my
hand and did not say anything, even just a word to make me feel better or to
assure me everything was alright. That we were still going to be together with
each other in spirit even when we would not be in the flesh. It was making me
frustrated and killing the calm. After all that I’d been through I deserved
some explanation but all I got was his stillness. I thought he had lost that
fondness he had for me when he first met me. It broke my heart into countless
fragments but I wanted to hear it from him, himself. It would be less painful. I
got a call from office at the very moment I decided it was time to go. There
was a homicide at a precinct near Hollywood, involving a high profile person
and I was needed there as soon as possible. Still not a word. I got out off the
car and walked over to his side thinking he might say something but again I was
wrong. As I turned my back towards him and was about to get going he said,
‘wait’. I moved towards the car. He moved the glass lower and held out his
hand. I did not know what to do other than to put mine on his, so I did. He
held it closer, and said ‘we’ll work it out, don’t worry’. It was worth it I
thought, the waiting and patience. So I faked and pushed up a slight grin on my
face. He still kept holding my hand, I had to go so I said, ‘my hand, David’,
he suddenly seemed to be awaken from some kind of deep thought which he was
apparently lost in. He let it go and whispered ‘I’m always going to be there,
no matter what’. It made me feel quite hopeful and satisfied. With a sigh of
relief, I held myself together and walked away. ‘Delusions’ I thought. ‘How
they rip us apart and tear down every fibber in our body. Give us false hope and break us down when we are at the peak of our vulnerability’.
