Abhiya ff: Falling Ch. 2 update - Page 6

Originally posted by: Jiya_tariq

Nice prologue. Update soon nd add me in ur pm list.

Originally posted by: lost_in_love

nice concept pari...do continue nd plz add me to ur pm list..

Chapter 1

Piya's pov

Useless! That's what the new teacher's eyes are saying to me. Saying it so loud that I cant hear the actual words coming out of his mouth. I mean, I can hear the words moving in my ears- but they aren't in tune with his lips somehow. Its like his mouth moving faster than my ears or something. I try to blink the words straight.

Blink. Blink, blink.

And slowly the words come clear.

'Take ur coat off.' That's what his words are saying. Their meaning lands in me echoes.

Blink. Blink, blink.

She's weird, sir, she don't take it off.'

Yeah, that's right, I think, listen to Alina. But the teacher doesn't, he just goes right on like he's sure he knows the best.

'I am talking to you Piyali not the rest of the class!' he says, and he bends down low towards me, trying to look in my eyes, to see me. I drop my head further down. Down and down, until my eyes are all filled with the floor. A little, tiny, square patch of it. Why don't you know? I'm thinking. Everybody else knows. Didn't anyone tell you I don't talk? Stop making them all look at me.

And then I see my speech therapist's face in the tiny patch of floor. 'Not can't speak, technically she can,' she always says to anyone who asks. 'There's often an emotional element to becoming mute'. A trauma, maybe'' I usually stop listening at that point. The colours above her head are a lifeless and bored as I am at having to make shape with my mouth. Why I never talk she never asks me, but its what she wonders. Well, sorry, I think, but I thought you were the one who was meant to answer.

I shake her out of my head.

Is that no, then? Asks the teacher. I don't look at him.

Cold.

I am so cold.

I cant take my coat of, ever, it would be taking off my skin.

'Are you being deliberately difficult?' the teacher asks I drop my head even lower.

'Really don't worry about her sir!' says Alina but what she means is Look at me instead. Notice me. Everyone wants to look at Alina. She is gorgeous college's queen.

Everyone is now laughing at me. I draw my coat even closer, hold on it tight. Beneath the warm wool I'm beginning to sweat. No one can make me take it off, I whisper in my head.

Can u take it off? The teacher sounds only polite and determined and not angry. I don't know what will happen next; this is new. Most of the time I get thrown out of class. Nobody asks me any questions, nobody sounds like they can even see me. I like it like that.

I like it.

Go away I think at him.

He's still standing here, looking at me.

'That's enough!' he shouts.

'You'll boil Piya!' he says. Even the radiators are overheating!'

'Perhaps she is cold, sir!' someone says. 'And she's not being insolent, she can't talk!' His voice is calming. His voice makes my heart jump and pound at the bars of my ribs.

His name is Abhay.

Let me out, let me out! My heart shouts at me, crashing against my bones.

I close my eyes. I blink so fast I can't see at all any more. The world's a blur. I can't see Abhay's lovely hair and puzzled face staring at me. His face'. Shape of his body'. All that things that make me want to'

Blink. Blink, blink.

But its so good blinking because I can see the whole of him so clearly inside my head. I can always see his face. When I first met him it was like I was meeting a picture that was already outlined against the back of my eyes and just waiting for him to come along and fit into it. We've just been friends forever, but if that's the case then what I feel inside me every time I look at him? Nothing, nothing, nothing. Don't look, Piya don't see.

Danger.

I shiver.

'Are you really cold?' asks the teacher. I nod and, at long last, he sighs stands up and walks away.

I sigh and sink back into my coat.

'Useless' hopeless' Can't do a thing with her' That's what the teacher's back say to me, and colours above his head change and turn in air like clothes on a washing line.

'Ok everybody carry on with your story' he says.

I bend back over the clean white paper and begin to write. I always write the same story, because it's what I've always seen inside m. I'll write it next week, and the week after as well. None of the teachers bother to stop me anymore. It's like a dream, a film that's always running inside my head, only the weird thing is, I don't know if it's beginning or an ending. I only know that it always goes like this'

I'm standing on something that moves beneath me, rocks me. Far in a distance on a shining lake, there's a boat. Only you can't really see the boat because it's so buried in flowers, so heavy with them that the whole thing's sinking, leaving only a flowery boat shape, an echo o a boat, flowing low in the water.

There's a man standing at the back of the boat with a pole. A stick man, punting all the flowers slowly through the water.

And he's so far away that it looks like they're hardly moving.

Behind and above him the mountains make them out of sky.

Below him the same mountains hang motionless in the clear water. Reflected, suspended upside down.

The whole is pale. Pale blue sky and the snow-capped mountains.

The water takes on the colours of everything around it.

Only the man and the boat are bright, because the flowers are red and gold and orange.

They look like they are stuck to the scene, like collage. And they cut the sky and lake in two, making the difference between where the sky starts and the earth ends.

The picture rocks against the back of my eyes. I can see it again and again, and however hard I try , I can't ever make it go backwards or forwards.

Sometime I only think if I can describe each piece of it minutely, perfectly, then maybe, maybe everything will change and it will move forward. Sometimes I imagine being on the boat myself. I imagine I can sink my arms into all those flowers, lie down in them, roll in them, throw them in the air and feel them all over me then'. And then'.

Then the picture fades, and I try too hard to make it move all I feel is that I'm falling, falling and the next thing I know I've blacked out.

I write the words that show the picture in my head. And I've finished I go back to the beginning and start all over again.

'Hello!, says the teacher. 'Anybody home?' And I see his hand waving in front of my eyes, like he's rubbing the picture out. Everybody laughs, except m.

Except me and Abhay.

Where does it come from, the picture? Why it doesn't fade, and what is it waiting for? Many questions but I don't have the answer. I think that maybe maybe it's not just the picture that's, it's me too.

Stuck in my life.

Stuck in my old coat.

Stuck in my house with my stupid brother and freaked out mum, and I wish I was someone else, anyone else but me.

And then hear Abhay begin to hum. He's sitting right behind me and humming under his breath, singing an old song that we used to each other, and I see us both the way we used to be when we were just kids.

We're six and we sing the song over and over until we're laughing so much to hold on to each other as we fall over.

Sometimes it feels like we,ve known each other for ever.

Sometimes it feels like we,ve known each other for ever

Originally posted by: raichandroxx

great update pari

plz dont mind , its a bit confusing for me although i understood d whole capter bt i could make out what xcatly pia wants to say...[;'(]

Originally posted by: luckdiya

nice start pari... thanks
alina is d queen of college... yup she is very arrogant but kind hearted u will read fiurthur about her
abhay is nice... he tks pia's side...😍 this is what the whole stor is based on abhay will always be with Piya no matter what and saves her from falling always
is dere any problem wid pia?she didnt luk lik normal... she is not normal when u will read furthur u would get to know
thx 4 pm... my pleasure
have a safe journey😊 thanks