'How is she?'
Disappointment clouded Miss. Terrance's eyes. 'Increasing by the second. Sometimes I am not sure what to do with the situation. Screams would echo through the halls every night.'
'Let me go see her. I need to see her.' Fists slammed the desk angrily. 'You do not understand how important this is. Keeping her stored in that room isn't going to do her any good. She needs someone to speak with her. Imprisoning her won't solve the problem.'
Miss. Terrance nodded her head in understanding. 'Mr. Razaida I know, I know it very well. However you need to realize this a sensitive-'
The chair went slamming to the wall behind him as he stood up violently. Blood rushed by a second to his tanned face resembling the picture of a devil. 'DO NOT TELL ME THAT BULL CRAP,' he roared. 'For a year she was stuck inside ALONE getting diffused with crap! So do you think doing the same again would help her! She needs human contact. Someone to tell her she will get through this. Love dammit, love! Sensitive can go out the window. She has to face human contact and fight through it.'
Calmly Miss. Terrance sat quietly observing Arnav. 'You really care don't you,' she stated the obvious without batting an eye lid. He rubbed his face with his palms, frustration coursing through his veins. 'Yes I do. Please just let me see her.'
'Alright,' Miss. Terrance got up from her chair. 'Follow me, but I warn you her reactions will not be mild. You can do what you do to break through to her, but if something goes wrong I will hold you responsible. Do I make myself clear?'
Arnav nodded. 'Yes I will take the full responsibility.'
'Come along Mr. Razaida and please do not make a sound for these walls are thin. And we do not want to wake them up from their slumber.'
The door opened in to the hallway. Walls painted in grey; the fluorescent lights glowed subtly brining out the eerie feeling back in to Arnav's stomach.
They arrived at the corner of the hall way to stop in front of the white door. 256 the number read confirming it was her room. Miss. Terrance turned to give Arnav one look. He signaled her to go ahead. She took out the keys from her coat and inserted in to the key hole. The tiny sound of the click traveled to his ears. Fear, excitement erupted in to his body. Miss. Terrance stepped aside giving Arnav space to walk in first.
'Good luck Mr. Razaida,' she whispered one last time, walking away leaving Arnav alone.
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First step in to the darkness in the room hit him right to his gut. How was it possible for someone to live in such a room. Were they out of their mind to keep a patient trapped in an environment like this.
Cautiously as possible he walked deeper in to the room. Quietly he clicked the door shut and turned around properly to grasp his surroundings. Darkness in the room did not allow him to see what was in front of him properly. Searching for the switch of the light he began to feel up the wall. The switch came in contact with his finger and he clicked it on. This was when the scream ripped through the room knocking the air out of his lungs.
The sight in front of him made his blood turn cold. Her previous jet black hair, tinged with an unhealthily colour of gold. The white hospital gown added more invisibility in to her pale skin; pale as paper. Tiny palms held on to her chest screaming with all her might. Widened, blood shot, horror filled eyes made contact with his own.
'Khushi,' he reached out towards her knowing this would only freak her out more. This was his only way to fight through this. Squirming in fear she pushed herself against the bed at the corner.
'Stay away from me!' Previous screams turned to a crying whisper.
Approaching her more closer he knelt down on the floor looking up in to her big brown eyes. 'No Khushi I am not here to hurt you,' he whispered kindly, cautiously reaching out to hold her hand. Shaking her head she pushed more against the wall. 'No, no, stay away! Please I can't take anymore.'
Witnessing her state properly after weeks his heart shattered in to a million pieces. The girl was Clearly damaged more than he expected. 'Khushi,' he tried again. 'I am Arnav. Your neighbour. Remember me? We are apartment neighbours sweet heart. I am not here to hurt you. I would never hurt you. Please don't be afraid. I just want to speak with you.'
Apprehensively she slowly came a bit forward at his words. Fear was lingering in her eyes, but it was slowly evaporating in to the air. 'Arnav...?', she whispered, unsure.
Excited, he nodded his head frantically. 'Yes, yes Khushi it's me! I am the one that got you out remember?'
Memories whisked passed her eyes and he saw the realization dawning on her
Three days new to his apartment and he was already tired of the stairs. If only the elevators weren't broken. Carrying the heavy groceries up the stairs to his apartment was a simple task he wished to believe. The thought made him feel a bit more manlier however that was not the case. Once he arrived in front of his door he put down the groceries to take out his keys. Momentarily he heard the light screams of a girl. The sound caught his attention immediately. He concentrated much harder to make sure he wasn't hearing things and that was when he heard the scream again. This time there were words mixed with the scream.
'STOP. PLEASE STOP IT HURTS.'
Panic settled at the pit of his stomach. Eyes widened when he turned around frantically to realize it was coming from his next door neighbour, Khushi. Without giving any second thoughts he kicked the door open hard as he could. The door crashed on to the floor at the strong impact of his foot. He ran inside to find the horror picture right in front of his face.
Khushi was tied to a chair her hair all gone astray. Tears glided down her creamy skin, whilst her hands clenched in to fists. The bent over man's eyes widened in shock and he dropped the injection to the floor.
Before Arnav could comprehend what his emotions were he grabbed a hold of the man. His fists made contact with the man's face spurting out blood in the process. The dark monster within Arnav emerged without his control. Exactly when he slammed the man right in to the hard wall the cops arrived.
They grabbed a hold of Arnav ripping him apart away from the man.
'YOU bas***d. YOU SON OF A BITCH.' Arnav's voice thundered through the entire apartment complex. A policemen holding him held on tighter. 'Calm down sir, please calm down.'
Quickly they arrested the man taking him out of the apartment, while Arnav watched with his monster raging.
'You saved me,' she whispered again. She clenched his shirt and pulled him closer to her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she cupped his face. 'You saved me.'
Hands reached out to hold her wrists. 'Yes Khushi,' he laughed through his tears, which were now gliding down his face. 'You remembered.'
'He-he was my boy friend.. Drugs.. sleep me' Her voice began to stammer in fear again. Grip tightened on his shirt as she sobbed harder. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and carried her to his lap. Setting himself down on the bed he cradled her like a little child.
'Shh darling, shh. It's okay angel I am here now. Nobody is going to hurt you okay. I will take care of you I promise.' Arnav kissed her hair, holding her tight and making a firm promise to himself.
Her baby like eyes looked up at him. 'You will?,' she asked her voice almost full of hope.
Smiling down at her sweet face he leaned forward and placed a long kiss on her forehead. 'Yes sweet heart. You are not alone. I am here now.'
Frail arms flung around his neck. Hugging him tight he heard the gentle whisper from her sweet lips.
'My saviour..'
***
The idea of this OS came to me while I was thinking of a script I wrote in grade 10. It was called 'My Heroin' based on a song. The play was located in Montreal, Canada. In this play the main character who was a girl (I forget the name) ran away from her abusive orphanage owner. While she grabbed a bus to Toronto, on the way she meets a guy called Seth. He then introduces her in to the world of drugs. I wrote about her journey and how she fought to overcome the addiction. This scene came to my mind while I was thinking about this script so I decided to write it down. How ever in this OS Khushi's ex boy friend forcefully drugged her for his own twisted pleasure. Just in case people didn't understand the situation.
Hope you guys liked it. Comment and like for it inspires me. Thank you.
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