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Here's da fourth one.
Thank Eminem for the fact that this is 4 pages long in word:P
I don't want to confuse you, so Ill tell you that whenever Asad wakes up, he just remembers lil bits of what has happened. Like, in da last chapter, he knew he knew his mother is dead
This chapter, he doesn't. :P
And, this may be triggering.
Chapter 4
He was back.
Again, he slithered like a snake hunting for its prey.
Asad saw him even before his eyes reached him.
Hello.
Asad didn't reply.
His throat was sore.
When he had asked the nurses why it hurt they just smiled sympathetically and scurried off.
He didn't like their crisp, white uniforms.
It made them look scary.
It reminded him of is Ammi, when Rashid left her.
She used to wear white all the time.
Ammi.
Where was she? Was she all right? Asad became panicked suddenly, and was about to get up; when he remembered he was still there.
Remember me?
His golden brown eyes glistened.
Asad froze, absolutely terrified of the person in front of him.
"Can you please go away? He asked nicely, trying not to let his voice waver even a little bit.
Nope.
The smirk Asad had begun to loathe appeared again, and Asads fear soon turned into anger.
"Why? Why are you here? I don't even know you!"
I have told you before. I am your friend.
"How can you be my friend? I have never even seen you apart from the last time you came here, who are you?" Asad stood up, carefully tugged at the wires beside him and walked towards the man.
You killed your mother. I'm trying to help you get over the pain.
Those two sentences were testing Asads limits.
"HOW THE HEL AM I MEANT TO BE IN PAIN WHEN I DIDN'T EVEN KILL MY MOTHER?!" Asad roared, ready to slam that man head into the wall.
Did anybody tell you how you got those injuries?
The unknown man responded calmly to Asads outburst, and pointed to his arm, which was in a cast.
Asad looked somewhat shocked.
They told him the extent of his injuries, when he could go home, but no one had told him how he got a fractured arm, and broken ribs.
And why hasn't your ammi visited you?
Asad stood in the middle of the room, staring at the man.
Let me answer my own question for you.
You killed her Asad.
You killed her.
"No. No no no no no. this cant be true, I-I cant, kill her? She must be wi- with Zoya, talking to Najma and and-" Asad feebly tried to defend himself, not noticing the tears blurring his vision.
He was crying again.
Shhh.
Do you feel the pain now?
"Yes." Asad was on the floor now, tears soaking his kurta, his one working hand running through his already mangled hair.
Do want me to take the pain away?
Asad looked up, and nodded mutely.
He killed his ammi.
He killed her.
He wanted to die.
Come on then.
The man walked towards the hospital bathroom, his footsteps silent.
Asad followed soon after, now convinced he had actually killed his own mother.
Here.
Take this.
He was given a sharp shard of glass.
Asad looked around and saw that he had smashed the toothbrush holder.
"What do I do with this?" Asad asked, confused to as why would the man give him a piece of glass.
Here, I will show you.
The man took the object out of Asads hand and held the sharp bit out.
Now close your eyes, and think of anything you hate.
What you don't want anymore.
Think of all the hurt.
Every memory that hurts your heart.
Everything.
And so Asad did.
He thought of Rashid, what he did to Ammi, he thought of Ayaan, and how they couldn't call each other brothers in anywhere.
He thought about Najma, and the bullies.
He thought of the weight of his family which he had to carry himself for the past 20 years.
You can open them now.
Asad slowly opened his eyes.
He couldn't se the man anywhere.
Nothing had happened.
But a tingling feeling ran up his uninjured arm.
He looked to see 3 short lines carved into his skin, and the bloodied piece of glass was lying lifeless on the tiled floor beneath him.
He smiled.
The blood slowly dripped off his arm, and ran down the blue surface.
The man was right.
He didn't know how, but the pain went away.
And that's how Zoya found him.
Slumped next to the toiletry cupboard, a bloodied arm resting on its side, and Asad mumbling about how the pain went away.
***
Asad had learnt how to relieve himself of the pain without anyone knowing.
Just after the nurses checked up on him for the last time very night, he would slowly go into the bathroom and pick up his broken piece of glass, which he had carefully hid at the back of the cupboard.
He didn't use it on his wrists anymore; people were beginning to know about what he was doing.
So instead of arms, it was his legs.
Every time, the bottom half of his legs were painted a vibrant red, and he would have to clean every thing up extremely fast, with the only hand he had which actually worked, so that he could relish the beautiful feeling of being free.
The man hadn't visited him either.
He was quite sad.
He thought the man was his friend.
***
Najma was surprisingly stronger than her brother, Zoya noted.
She cried.
She did cry a lot.
She even wanted to come home to see her bhaijaan, but Zoya didn't let her.
She didn't want Najma to find out what happened to Asad.
Zoya didn't want Najma to break even more.
***
"He cuts himself." Zoya told the councilor, rolling the spherical paperweight in her fingers, while looking up at him, waiting for a reply.
"I know," was the only reply she got.
Anger rocketed through her.
He knew.
And he did nothing about it.
"HE CUTS HIMESELF, HAS FOR TWO WEEKS, AND YOU ARE SAYING THAT YOU KNEW? Why didn't you tell him to stop? Why?"
Zoya had broke down in front of the councilor, yet again.
There ya go :)
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Ill update the next chapter in a couple of days, if I finish mah Greek essay soon enough 🤣
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