《His News Time and Other Stories》 His News Time 1 ¡°So, you two are getting divorced,¡± I said sipping coffee from the cup. I wasn¡¯t surprised. They were never really a couple. Just two people living at the same place nothing more. ¡°Ok, then tell me why are you two getting a divorce? Did something happen between you two?¡± ¡°No, not really,¡± he said. ¡°I just felt that we should get divorced, and she felt that too.¡± I nodded understandingly. "It must have been a tough decision for both of you. How did the conversation about getting divorced come up?" "Let me reflect for a moment. Where do you think the best place is to begin this story?" "Take your time," I encouraged, leaning in slightly. "Start wherever feels right for you and we can navigate the story together." ¡°It was Saturday evening. Like any other Saturday, I was watching TV when a sharp thought hit me. I felt an urgent urge to get a divorce. That time my wife was in the kitchen, preparing dinner.¡± ¡°Honey!¡± ¡°What is it now!¡± ¡°Nothing, I just wanted to say, we should get divo¡­.¡± Before I could finish my the sentence, she appeared in my room. ¡°Yeah! I was thinking about that too.¡± There was a sparking excitement in her eyes, much like the joy in children''s eyes when you announce a surprise outing. ¡°That is how we decided to get a divorce.¡± ¡°Pretty weird. But, I am happy for you. You are doing what you want.¡± ¡°Yeah, you are right.¡± *** Indeed it was weird. Very, very weird. I thought as I was reaching my car. *** 2 I know him from my childhood days. We used to be in the same class and were from the same neighbourhood. He had a very small group of friends. He was friends with only 3 people. It was a small group of close friends. Very Very close friends. But one day all 3 of his friends died due to some kind of illness, no one knows what kind of illness it was. After his friends passed away, he chose to leave the school. His parents, being quite affluent, didn''t have any issues with his decision. Years passed without a trace of him, until the day when my sister brought him with her to introduce him as her husband. She said that she met him in Paris and they both are perfect for each other. And now they are getting divorced. *** "Hey sis, mind grabbing a coffee at The Cafe? There''s something about your divorce I''d like to talk to you about.¡± I said and hung up the phone. *** 3 So, what do you want to know about our divorce?" my sister asked. "Absolutely everything," I replied. "From the moment you two met to the reasons behind the decision to part ways. Lay it all out for me." ¡°Ok then let''s start from the start.¡± On an April morning, after my jogging, I went to the park to rest for a while and it was there I met him for the first time. He was there dozing off on the park bench with a book in his hand. I think the book was ¡®The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky¡¯ but I am not sure. I didn¡¯t want to wake him up so, I slowly crept to the edge of the bench but he got up. He didn¡¯t say anything, instead, he turned the page and started reading the book. I too pulled out my phone and started scrolling through Instagram. After some minutes, he asked, ¡°Do you know sounds?¡± ¡°What kind of?¡± I asked. ¡°Any kind.¡± ¡°Umm¡­.¡± ¡°I mean can you hear?¡± ¡°Oh. Yeah, I can. But, Why do ask that?¡± ¡°No any particular reasons.¡± ¡°Okay,¡± I said awkwardly. ¡°You know that, when a person hears a sound that sound goes to the brain of the person.¡± ¡°Really.¡± ¡°Not really. Just a hypothesis.¡± ¡°Oh, I see.¡± ¡°The sound goes inside the ear and from there, it reaches a person''s head and that person extracts meaning out of it.¡± ¡°I hypothesise yes.¡± ¡°So, then what do you think happens to the sound that we hear but that does not go to our head.¡± ¡°That does not hoes to head?¡± ¡°I mean the sound which we do hear but we ignore it. Let us take an example: This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.have you been in a crowded store?¡± ¡°Yes, I have.¡± ¡°Then while you were in that crowded store, you might have heard a lot of noise.¡± ¡°Yes, there was a lot of noise.¡± ¡°So then did you focus on all of that noise.¡± ¡°No, Not really.¡± ¡°But you do hear that noise.¡± ¡°Yes, I did.¡± ¡°Then where do you think that sound went? It went through your ears but never reached its destination which is your head.¡± I thought for a few minutes about that question and then all of a sudden an urge to ask him for marriage and that urge was so bad that I could not hold myself and I said to him, ¡°We should marry.¡± ¡°I was thinking that too.¡± He said and then we two immediately married. *** Our life was going fine for a few years. We both had 9 to 5 jobs. At night we sat together and had drinks watched movies, went to bed together. Just a normal couple''s life. He had many weird habits, but it was fine for me as his weirdness was what triggered me to marry him. So, it was not much of a problem except a few. For example, during his day off he sits in front of a TV the whole day and watches cartoon channels. He says it is the ultimate way to relieve stress. On day up he wakes up very early in the morning, goes to a nearby convenience store, and buys a whole lot of food most of them are junk food. After buying he will return home sit on the sofa, and open up the TV. After opening up the TV there is him, his TVand his cartoon shows, no one else. He does not care what I do, or where I go, he just cares about his TV and his cartoon shows. But, but he never watches cartoons on other days. I tried asking him once, ¡°Babe, why don¡¯t you watch your cartoon shows on other days?¡± And his answer was I don¡¯t know. ¡°Quite disappointing, isn''t it?¡± She asked looking at me as I was drinking my coffee. ¡°His habit or his answer?¡± I asked. ¡°His answer, of course.¡± ¡°Indeed it is. So, you want to divorce him due to his TV-watching habit?¡± ¡°Nope. I got used to it in no time. It just took me 2 weeks to get used to it.¡± ¡°Then, why do you want to divorce him.¡± ¡°The main reason I want to divorce him is because of his news time.¡± ¡°His news time?¡± ¡°Yes, his news time.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t understand it.¡± ¡°Let me explain it to you. He likes watching while making love.¡± ¡°While making love?¡± ¡°Yes. During intercourse, he likes watching the news.¡± ¡°Interesting. Tell me more about it.¡± What he does is before he starts he sets a timer of 3 minutes and watches the news. And at exactly 3 minutes he closes the TV and starts coition, for 3 minutes. He sets time for it too. And at exactly 3 minutes he stops and watches TV. He continues this until the news program ends. After the program ends he will continue the mating and finish it too. For a few days, it was fine, there was not much problem with it but, as time passed it got frustrating and frustrating. It got hard and hard to bear with and then I stopped having intercourse with him totally. It was after 5 months of our marriage that I stopped. Every time he asks for it, I will make some kind of excuse and get away with it. But, my denial never really affected him, he is just like, fine with me. Like that, our life continued. But after a few months, his requests became more and more frequent, at the rate that I was getting low on my excuses. At last, I gave up and gave him what he wanted. He gave me those dreadful coition nights again. Due to that, I wanted to divorce him. I couldn¡¯t cope with his dreadful intercourses anymore. ¡°Didn¡¯t you ask him to do it while he watches the news?¡± ¡°I tried asking him. But, he says ¡®I won''t get an erection while watching the news¡¯.¡± ¡°Ohh, I see. But, if you are the one having the problem. Then why did he ask for the divorce.¡± ¡°Who knows?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you know anything about it?¡± ¡°Not really. He says it''s God''s wish. And it''s fine by me.¡± ¡°If that¡¯s the case then it''s fine by me too. Now, what will you do after the divorce?¡± ¡°I am seeing someone.¡± She said and got up. ¡°Now, I need to go. I have some work to do.¡± ¡°OK then.¡± I got up too. ¡°No, need for it will pay the bill.¡± *** After paying the bill I got out of the restaurant and went home. --The End-- Paper Boat and The Crying Girl 1 Sometimes I feel like a paper boat, a boat made up of paper. A boat that started from somewhere but had nowhere to go. It was moving somewhere, but the place where it was moving was determined by the sea as it was being wheeled by the sea. Sometimes whirling it left sometimes whirling it right sea took full control of the voyage. The boat lacked weight, it was too light. Being light was the reason for being under the control of the sea. Sea was heavy and powerful compared to the boat, and the powerful dominating the weaker was the law of nature. If only it had some weight on it, the sea could not have total control of it. Though he had to be in control of the sea even if it had weight, it could have little freedom, it could have resisted some decisions made by the sea like the order to turn left or right. But having weight will do nothing good to it as it has no purpose. Its existence lacked any resolutions. It was not made to solve any problems or create any problems like any other things. Most of the other things had some kind of purpose behind their creation. But it had no purpose for its existence. It was just made to stay in water for some minutes and tear into pieces of that. Its existence had no other meaning as it was made to be destroyed. ¡°Bro, mom is calling for dinner.¡± the writer''s brother said standing at the door. The writer got up from his desk, crumbled up the paper, and threw it in the dustbin which was at the left corner of his room by his bookshelf. ¡°Why are you throwing it?¡± the brother asked. ¡°I didn''t like what I wrote.¡± ¡°So, can take it.¡± ¡°You can, but just don''t make a mess.¡± The bro took that paper and strode into his room. In his room, he took out wax and melted it, along with melting he was making a paper boat from that paper. He had just read the 1st chapter of It from his brother''s bookshelf and a desire to play with a paper boat rose in him. After the wax was melted he smeared the wax on both sides of the paper boat. Carrying that boat he went to the road and left that boat on a small stream created by the rainwater. Without stopping a single minute the boat floated on and on. The boy got bored and he went home leaving that boat. The boat didn''t stop and went into a gutter. 2 Like any other day, I am here waiting for a bus. I don''t like school buses as I have to move according to the school buses timetable. I used to take the school bus when I was in 6th standard during that time I had to get ready and be at the bus station exactly at 7 am. Eating breakfast at 6 am, and lunch at 1 pm was hard for me. That timetable got hectic for me so, after reaching 8th standard I left the school bus. And now at 12th I am here waiting for a local bus. Traveling by a local bus is not at all exciting but it is better than the school bus. We can at least follow our timetable. Besides the timetable, we can also meet new people and different kinds of people on local buses. She was also one of the people I met on the local bus. I don''t know her name and don''t know where she is from but I know that she is a weird person and she had one grandma who died due to negligence of a hospital. It was Monday and I was running late for school, on top of that there were The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.scarcely any buses on road. I hung there for 10 minutes and then a bus came. It was a crowded bus and I usually don''t take crowded buses but I was getting late so I took that bus and she was there in the last seat, beside her was a balding man. At Boudha that balding man got off and I got that seat. We asked a little bit about each other and our conversation ended there. After that, I saw her every day on the bus, I sat beside her and we used to talk about some random topics, but every topic we talked about reached a certain ending. Every day the ending was the same. That ending was related to her grandma''s death and she starts crying. Once we were talking about the new upcoming movie KGF 2 but after some minutes the talk reached her grandma''s death and she began crying. ¡°My Grandma got COVID 19 while she was in the village.¡± She said ¡°We brought her here to treat her and admitted her to a hospital. But, the doctors were so scared of getting it that they didn''t even see her they just kept her in a room. We used to send her food but they never gave her that food on time. After some days of keeping her there, she died and we got a phone call from the hospital.¡± she stopped talking and started weeping. She once said that she never had a close relationship with her grandma. Other cousins of her were close to grandma but she was not. She said she didn''t even cry when her grandma but she was never able to explain why her chats reaches her grandmother''s death and why she cried after reaching that point. Her chat didn''t have a fixed set-out point but, had a fixed reaching point. It was just rivers, starting from different mountains but joints in a sea. It might be showing that she had some kind of purpose in her life. She had something that she wanted to do in her life. It was never the same for me. I had a set-out point, but I usually get lost mid-way. I didn''t have anything to achieve in my life, I was just moving ahead as my mind told me to. I was studying, and working hard but for what I had no idea. I just didn''t have any load on me. Having a load may have resulted in some purpose in my life, but the load was not there. Not having a load made me feel like I had a void inside me. It used to be small when I was small but as I grew the void inside me grew with me, consuming everything that was inside me making me an empty shell. A shell that was floating traveling in a void like a paper boat floating in an ocean which was ought to be destroyed. There was a bus in front of me, as I got on the bus my eyes strolled around searching for her, but she was not on the bus. I got to the seat where she used to seat and sat there. Sitting there made me feel that she would not be here from now on. The feeling just came from somewhere inside the void but I knew that it was true. I can feel it. It was not that I like her, she used to fill small portions of the void inside me. But now she was gone, lost somewhere inside my void. Filling the void absorbed her inside that void, making her irretrievably lost. 3 The paper boat was in the sea. It somehow was able to reach the sea but, it was near its end. Most of the parts were soaked, the pointed part was tattered, and the streamlined structure was lost. The wax was somehow able to protect it. But it no longer could protect it. As it was near its end it reached land. In that land, a lady picked up that boat and undid it. The ink was smeared all over the paper, making some letter, combined it said thank you. ¡°You did a great job,¡± she said smiling and looking at the paper. ¡°Even though you were made to be destroyed.¡± The End You are Wrong When I opened my eyes I found myself in this dark place, lit by a dim bulb hanging above my head. It was a shabby room. I don¡¯t know if it has windows but, my speculations say that this room has no windows. But I do know that this room has a door, it is from that room he comes to this room. It has been long since I last saw the sun, for I have been confined here for god knows how long. My whole body is tightly bound, making me immobile. My head, legs, and hands were bound, and I thought I didn¡¯t know with what, as I could not feel the material used to bind me. It may be because my hands have become sore, they made me incapable of sensing the material on my hand. For now, I won¡¯t focus on that as I have more things to talk about. Who captures me like this? You may have this question on your mind. And the answer to that is my best friend. I and my best-friend were close to each other. He was a philosophical person. He had many philosophies about life, death, and many others. I particularly liked his philosophies on love. Let me recite to you, one of the accounts of him telling me his philosophy. It was dusk. We were returning from our classes. It was then I asked him about his views on one-sided love. ¡°Hey, you know that I like this boy right,¡± I said. ¡°Right.¡± He said. ¡°I have been suppressing my feelings for him, but, now I''ve started to fear that I might be a loser. What do you think about me not confessing to him my feelings?¡± He sighed and said. ¡°I don¡¯t know about girls but for boys it''s hard.¡± ¡°How is it?¡± ¡°Have you seen a rose?¡± ¡°Yes, I have.¡± ¡°Then, you know that it has thorns on its branches.¡± ¡°Indeed.¡± ¡°What does a thorn do?¡± ¡°They protect Rose from being picked up by others.¡± ¡°Just like that, boys protect the girls they like from being picked up by others. They won¡¯t say anything to the girl but will try to drive other boys away from you. They will also protect you from the one trying to hurt you. They will do anything possible to protect you. But, one thing they don¡¯t do is try to talk with her. Due to this, she will be unaware of how they feel. And then girls will never consider them. They at least have to show girls how they feel, which will allow girls to think about them. At last, the thorns get cut down and the flower gets picked up by others. Similarly, the girl also goes with another boy and the boy will be left wide-eyed.¡± ¡°Interesting. You said how you feel about one-sided love, can you also tell me what you feel about love?¡± ¡°For that, I will give you a poem. Decode it and find out yourself.¡± ¡°OK, give me the poem.¡± After hearing my approval, he pulled out a diary from his bag turned to a certain page number, tore a page and handed me the page. The following lines were written on the page, # I¡¯m searching for something, Don¡¯t know what. Ahead of me lies a garden, Is it inside that? The garden is huge, I can¡¯t see its end. So wide in this garden, How can I find that? Even if I try to find it, I will get lost in that. I¡¯m returning to my home, Let it be lost in that. ¡°I will try to decode it. But I¡¯m not sure if I will be able to decode it.¡± And I still don¡¯t know what that poem meant. You may be wondering if the boy saying things like that can kidnap me and keep me in this condition. You are not the only person thinking that, I thought that too but, he did. If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.The reason for kidnapping me as far as I know is the reason I rejected him. It was the month of April, I was doing my chores, when I got a call from him. ¡°Hello,¡± I said. ¡°Get to the park, I have a surprise for you.¡± He said and ended the call. Soon after his call, I got a text from the boy I liked. The text read Meet me at the park.¡± I got excited and went to the park. At the park, I found my crush first. ¡°Hey.¡± He said. ¡°Hi,¡± I replied. ¡°I always wanted you to know that I like you but could never muster up the courage..¡± Without giving him to complete, I hugged him and told him I loved him. It was then my best friend arrived. He saw us hugging each other. He had no expression on his face. He came and said that he started having feelings for me and without listening to what I had to say, he went off. I don¡¯t know where he went as I have not seen him for many months. The day I saw him again was the day of that terrible accident. That day my dad, mom, my husband and his dad were going on a trip. ¡°Look at that breathtaking view, sweetheart.¡± My husband said. ¡°Absolutely. I''m glad we chose this scenic route. It''s so peaceful and serene. I can already feel the stress going away.¡± ¡°That''s exactly what I was hoping for....¡± Before he could end his sentence, I shouted. ¡°Look, look, my best friend, the one I told you about.¡±As I said that my husband, looked toward us and smiled, and then we got run off by a truck. When I opened my eyes after that accident I found myself, lying on my back, facing the ceiling, in this dark and creepy room. I tried to get up that time but I was unable to move. # Kidnapping a girl you like, is a cheap move. It¡¯s a cheap move. For him, it might be winning his love. Might be winning the world. But for me, it¡¯s nothing more than lust. Love is the thing that my boyfriend used to do too. Making time for me in his busy schedule. Spending time with me. Understanding my problems. What he is doing in the name of love is his lust. Wait, he is here, I can hear the creaking of the door. He comes once every day to give me an injection, that is used to faint me. He injects within me a certain injection, that sends me to the world of deep sleep. I don¡¯t know what he did with my body when I was sleeping. Maybe, he does what he kidnapped me for. What else can he do? I don¡¯t think that he kidnapped me just for the sake of seeing my face every day. If that was the case, why use that injection? He can do that without making me faint. I strongly believe that he rapes me. It''s a vile thing he does. Raping a girl again and again in his sleep. In no way, does it justify his love. He closed the door and came near to me and sat down. ¡°Don¡¯t be scared I am with you.¡± He said. ¡°You know what, I''m happy that I am with you at the ¡°Don¡¯t be scared I am with you.¡± He said. ¡°You know what, I''m happy that I am with you at the time of your difficulty.¡± I have no idea what he is babbling about and I¡¯m not scared too. In this difficult time, it is his, my best friend¡¯s, word that is giving me the courage. You know what the fear is like a baby tree that is inside you. When you get scared you are watering that tree, the tree of fear. The more you fear the more that tree will grow spreading its roots through your arteries and veins. And when it reaches its final stage its roots will be spread across your body. It was what he said to me once. You can call me a weirdo for holding on to his words, but his words and philosophies are deeply rooted in me. His words have shaped me in a certain way. He may be a rapist, or a kidnapper, his deeds may be vile but the word he said was not. ¡°Don¡¯t be scared.¡± He said again and lowered his head to kiss my forehead. I don¡¯t know why he is saying these words and why is he kissing my forehead instead of my mouth. I don¡¯t know what¡¯s wrong with him today. And I never found out what was wrong with him as after his injection I never woke up. I did wake up for a few seconds, at that time he was holding me in his arms and he was full of tears, but, not for too long to know why. The Cave Explorer Whoever says that they are not scared of death, they are lying. Before this incident, I used to say that I was not scared of death, but the incident that took place caused me to be scared of dying. I am a cave explorer, I explore caves around the world. I have entered many big and small caves but have never been stuck. This is my first being stuck in the cave and I think it will be my last. I don''t believe anyone will come to my aid since only my wife knows that I¡¯m here. My previous explorations lasted for two-three weeks, so my wife won''t search for me for three weeks, and only after two or three weeks she will start worrying. I could have phoned my wife but this is a signal-proof cave. You might be thinking, my friend might get worried about me and come to save me. Sadly, I don''t have any friends or loved ones. The only loved one I have is my beloved. I used to have friends when I was in school. Innocence used to drive me during those days so, it was easier for me to make friends. But, as I grew up my friend circles shrank down and down to just a few people. All of the people started getting away from me like the same poles magnet getting repealed from each other. If I could have asked them, I would have asked them, why are you going my friends? But it would be of no use as they won''t reply. And don''t need to be answered as deep down I knew why. I was a selfish kid, I only cared for myself. When I was in second grade, I had a best friend. I used to be a brilliant student at that time, but he was not that brilliant. One day the teacher checked our homework, I had done it but he hadn''t, so, the teacher took him in front of the class and punished him. Seeing that I felt ashamed of myself for being the best friend of such a person. I broke my friendship with him, we never talked again. After that, I became best friends with another boy. We both liked to sing. We used to be a duo that the teacher asked to sing in front of the class. As our life coursed by, our bonding became stronger. One day a singing competition was held, and we both took part in that competition as a duo. I was singing well but his singing was crap at that time, so, we were not selected. Not getting selected filled me with grief. It created a kind of hate inside me against him. But I didn''t break my friendship with him instead he left the school after one year. But as I grew up, most of my selfish traits dwindled. I became less and less selfish. And then I met him. He became one of my good friends immediately after the meeting. He was Nepali but studied in India. We became close friends. As the school years continued I got to know that he did not have a mother or father. He was cared for by his grandparents. He was a very innocent person. But, one incident changed his life. He shifted from his old house. And in his new house, he made a new friend. After changing houses, he started getting far and far from me. Not really far but there was a thick wall between us. Later I found that he started taking cigarettes, marijuana and drugs. He used to bunk school for months, and even if he came he either used to be sleeping or used to be high. Most of the time we used to find him sleeping. If anyone tried to disturb him he used to quarrel with him. We were still friends, but not that close. Up to that point, my friend circle had dwindled to just some people. I did have some friends to hang out with but the close connection was missing. I used to call that friend whenever I wanted to go out and he would come. But I never went when he called me. So, he stopped visiting places with me. And then that incident happened which made me lose all my friends. 2 days and as I assumed, no help has arrived yet. My back is hurting, my neck has dried, and my stomach is growling. And I don''t have anything to satisfy my needs. As I was lying hopeless, a spider crawled up to me. It is a hairy, reddish-black, thick spider with many feet. It just stayed near me as if looking at a sleeping patient. I used to fear spiders a lot. I still fear it but, a spider is better than being alone. ¡°Hello buddy,¡± I said to the spider. He said nothing just kept on staring at me. ¡°I am a sane man. I just want someone to talk to. Being stuck here is kind of boring. There is a very line between sanity and insanity, I know that. But, I just feel like talking to you.¡± It said nothing just keep staring. ¡° Do you know buddy? There is a thing called memories. You might not know what memories are so, let me explain them to you. Memories are something that is inside your brain that keeps on reminding you of your deeds of the past. It can be good or can be bad but it is what makes you, you. Memories are something that you can latch on to when you are feeling low. It can make you laugh, it can make you weep, it can tear you apart and it can join you like a heap. Whatever it does, it will always be with you. As it is what makes you, you.¡± ¡°I see that you are liking my talks buddy as you have not moved from here. Let me tell you about one of my memories. It was during my school trip it was about 8:30 pm. I, my 2 friends and the other 2 girls were in the last seat of the bus. One of the girls was the girl I liked. All of them were sleeping, only I was awake.¡± ¡°I was looking at the scenery outside, but as the bus was moving at a fast pace I was not able to see the scenery properly. Inside my friend played a cosy song on his Bluetooth speaker. It was a very cosy song. Let me play it for you buddy.¡± I picked up the mobile that was lying near me, battery meter read 15%. I went through my If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.playlist and played the song name ¡°Until I Found You.¡± Georgia Wrap me up in all your¡ª I want ya In my arms, oh, let me ¡°Do you know what happened then? I was just looking outside at the sky. Then suddenly I felt a weight on my shoulders, I turned my head to see what happened and saw that the girl I like was resting her head on my shoulder. As I was seeing her, she turned her head a little toward me and smiled at me.¡± Three days and no help yet. I¡¯m dying of hunger and thirst, The spider is still here. I don¡¯t know what it is doing here. But one thing is that I don''t feel any kind of fear. I heard somewhere that you will be scared of the things you don''t know about, but when you know about them you will start loving and caring for them. I don''t fear, instead, I care for it now. ¡°Buddy get out of here,¡± I said to him. ¡°You do not have to accompany a looser like me. I¡¯m a selfish person buddy. I know that I will betray you. Deep down you know that too. I don''t want to see, you being my food ¡± But he did not move. ¡°As your wish buddy,¡± I said closing my eyes. When I woke up from my sleep I barely had any energy left in me. My stomach groaned continuously, it was rolling as if there was a creature inside who would come out if I did not give it something to eat. It was then my eyes fell on the spider. Buddy, I had warned you. I stretched my hand toward it and slowly ran over its body. ¡°It''s the time buddy. You became my support body. If I survived I will remember you. And if I die, I will be happy to be born as your friend or your prey.¡± I kept it in my right hand and brought it near me. Even though it was dark inside, I could see tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. It''s okay buddy. I felt as if he was talking to me. I slowly took it close to my mouth and bit it. I can feel him running his legs inside my mouth as if he was drowning. He ran his legs for some minutes and then stopped. I can feel his slimy, blood coming inside my mouth. It feels as if I am drinking a cup full of mucus. I slowly chewed his body and tried to swallow it. As my throat was dry, it was getting difficult to swallow it. I can feel its hairs poking at my throat. If I had water I would have easily swallowed it. But sadly there is no water. It was going down just too slow. I feel as if a hairy snail is getting down my throat. It''s the fourth day, and thanks to my buddy I¡¯m still living but, I don''t think I will survive another day. Diahorrea just attacked me. Whatever I have eaten all has come out. Nothing is left inside me. All the water inside me has come out. All the food has come out. I fear that my organs will come out with the stool. On top of that, the smell of stool and pee has caused me a headache. The only thing I can do to divert my mind from the stool is closing eyes and sleep. And luckily sleep comes to me easily nowadays. It was 1 month before my final exams. I still had some friends left. I told one of my friends to tell my crush that I liked her. He did and she called me near the tree. ¡°Why did you send him?¡± she said. ¡°Can''t you tell that yourself?¡± ¡°I¡­I¡­¡± I said. ¡°I just fear what you will say.¡± ¡°Man up kid and then come to confess your love. I thought you were a bit mature person. But I¡¯m disappointed. Grow up, kid.¡± After hearing that I was stunned, and I was unable to for several minutes. And then one of my friends help me to regain consciousness. It had a deep impact on me. Even when I was on the bus. I was thinking about what she said to me that day. It was just too difficult for me to digest. It was just then I met that woman on the bus. She asked me what happened and I retold everything that happened on that day. Rape her. She said and got off the bus. Rape her. These two words kept on roaming inside my head. I knew it was wrong. I knew that I should not do it. But somewhere inside my heart, it felt right. That woman''s voice was so compelling that it felt right. I tried too much to control myself but I concluded to rape her. After I finished raping her I came to realize what I have done. Fear enveloped me from deep inside. I had no idea what to do next. When I turned back to look at her, I saw the emptiness in her eyes. There was nothing but a vague reflection of nothingness. She had become a body without a soul. Looking at her eyes I can feel mixed feelings of grief, sadness, fear and breakdown. Looking at her I knew that she had mentally broken down. Looking at her I came to realize that due to me she won''t be able to return to her original self ever again. Due to me, she will never smile again. Due to me, she will never cry again. She will just be a living dead. And all of this was due to me. I knew that I would be taken to the police if they found me. So, what I did was I ran to a place far away where they would not find me. And I took her with me. She did not say anything, she just kept on walking with me. Later on, I got to know that she had lost most of her ability to think due to that incident. She was only able to make small decisions, that''s all she could. Due to that, I have been taking care of her without leaving her. But the money I had was getting low and low. So, I started cave exploring. And Whenever I went to cave exploration I would leave with a neighbourhood aunt. I don''t know what will happen to her now, I should have left her there, her parents would have come and picked her up and taken better care of her. She will probably die too, but she will die a better death than me. I know for sure.