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I AM YOU - Anushka Mitra (India)

 


I AM YOU

-          Anushka Mitra (India)

Music boomed in the hall. Isha felt nauseated and manoeuvred her way out of the sweaty, probably drunk, crowd. It was her first-ever Halloween party. As much as she admired the idea of letting herself loose at her college party while being protected by a dark-haired, blue-eyed guy from afar, who apparently had eyes for her and only her, the reality was quite the opposite. She went to a women’s college. Huh! That was her fate. Eight years of education in an all-female school and a rigid family on top made her desperate for a co-ed institution. Not to mention, Tina, her nemesis and school rival since 5th grade, now has a very handsome boyfriend.

How could she land such a hot boyfriend? It had only been a few months since the semester started. Jealousy laced her thoughts. She spat out the juice she had taken a sip of. It tasted pungent and metallic. She looked into the paper cup and the red liquid it contained. Red as blood. Her mouth looked gory complementing her devil’s costume.

“My goodness, they’ve taken this Halloween seriously.” Isha groaned placing the cup back on the counter. Not sure what the drink was, she denied herself a refill.

“Should have invited some hot male ‘vampires’, no?” Winked Tina joining her at the corner. Isha rolled her eyes knowing her expression couldn’t be read in the dark set up of the auditorium as ‘Hell’.

“You already have a boyfriend.” Isha said, as a matter of fact. Her face darkened with contempt.

“The more the merrier.” Isha winced at those words. And you let these kinds of people experience love, God? Silently shooting the question towards the divinity that controlled the matchmaking department, she heaved a sigh of exasperation.

“Listen, I’ll leave now. Can’t take this anymore.” Before moving past Tina, she threw one last sly remark, “These seniors look rather pretty in their ghost outfits today. In this college, every day is Halloween.”

“Why do you bear so much resentment towards the world?” Isha turned back glaring. The answer lingered at the tip of her tongue, but it would have brought tears to Tina’s pathetic attempt at the Harley Quinn face.

“Later, Tina. Bye.” She spun on her heels and left.

_

Isha puffed out thick smoke following a long drag from her cigarette. She was waiting at a nearby bus-stop. It started to rain so suddenly that she couldn’t even return to campus. She regretted not moving in some hostel like others. As if her parents would have allowed her. It was growing chilly too. Her skimpy devil dress hugged her chest and flowed till mid-thigh. The casual jeans and top she came wearing were left in washroom. She regretted that, too. All of it seemed a waste since there was no male attention. For some reason she grew jittery with every passing minute and constantly rocked back and forth on the bench. The metallic taste hadn’t yet washed away, no matter how many times she spat it out.

“I should’ve answered Tina back then.” She told herself. The loud thunder took her mind back to past.

She was five when her parents gifted her a brother. A ‘gift’ she didn’t want after a while, when she perceived that it had more privileges. She struggled with studies to remain an ace throughout her school but hardly ever missed a rebuking session from her parents every time Tina was a hairline ahead. Isha grew desperate in 11th grade. She couldn’t let her rival win in the remaining two years of school. There was something about a teenage grudge. It tended to be rawer and more inexperienced, often reckless. The whole institution hailed Tina for topping the 10th grade boards and making it to the television. No one seemed to have noticed the powerful position her father held in school. Isha was determined to beat Tina by hook or by crook.

She broke out of her reverie abruptly when her stomach lurched. She vomited before she had a chance to comprehend what was wrong. Red. Blood. Looking around for any help was useless, she was deserted in rain. Her weak arms tried to reach her bag for phone, but another retch forced her down on knees. More blood came out of her nose and mouth. The next thing she saw, knocked all the air out of her. The pooling blood congealed, turning into a full figure. The word ‘ugly’ would not have sufficed to describe the diabolical entity. It looked slimy, its eyes were deeply hollowed, and its mouth had an evil grin. Isha fell back and crept backwards in shock until her back hit the bench. A terror gripped her heart. She screamed for help running away from the gory creature but slipped.

“I am you.” A frosty voice came out of the figure. It stretched a long knifey tongue out to lick Isha around her neck leaving a burning trail. A blood-curdling shriek left her, “Help me somebody…help!”

“Don’t be afraid of me. I am you.” The nefarious tongue travelled all over her body slitting her skin. The rain lashed down and opened her wounds further. Isha kept writhing in pain.

“I am your greed.” In a moment, memories of past flashed before her eyes which were blind-folded by over ambition. In her hindsight, she had even questioned herself if going that far to appease her drive was right or not. Did she not get lost halfway through her mission? Did she not forget her reasons midway and embrace the thrill of committing the actions? Was it only the beaming faces of her parents who overlooked her brother for once or was it also the tormented face of her prey she felt exulted observing? And last of all, was it at all necessary?

The serrated tongue snaked around her waist drawing its filthy body towards her until it engulfed her completely. A terrifying cry of pain. Everything fell silent. The heavy shower continued.

_

The next morning police, ambulance, college authority, and Isha’s family gathered around the tragic spot. A strangely burnt body of hers was found in middle of the road. It was suspected that she was struck by lightning.

Tina stood at a little distance with her boyfriend.

“I hope your spiked drink didn’t kill her.” He said.

“Not possible, it was supposed to make her intoxicated only. I had planned everything so perfectly.” Tina frowned, “This drug was supposed to cause her act crazy and either the authority would have expelled her or definitely her insufferably suspicious parents would have taken some drastic step against her. They don’t trust her at all.”

“Seems like the nature was with you.” He remarked.

“I have to agree. She was a desperate psycho. She stalked my dad, and threatened him with pictures of him and his girlfriend having sex on mom’s bed. All because of the top position in school. Can you believe it? Mom recently found the pictures in his old file, and he confessed afterwards. She has filed a divorce. It’s been such a mess at home. All because of that bitch.”

“But did she deserve to die…” He trailed off when Tina looked daggers at him. “That is her Karma. Let’s go back.”

They started walking away when Tina sneezed. A short trail of blood trickled down her nose onto the ground.

“This damn cold.” She wiped and resumed walking.

The seemingly insignificant droplets of blood blended together into one, unnoticed by any mortal gaze. It slowly congealed into two small hollowed eyes, a little evil grin and a tiny serrated tongue that came out hissing.

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