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"I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell and it's white, it's snow-white."
Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South
Nothing and no one is indispensable. We come into this world alone, and leave it alone too. The gazillion road trips, picnics and holidays we spend with other fellow human beings are illusionary because the journey of life itself is solitary.
The greatest fear of man is the fear of loss. Losing one's life, losing one's loved ones, losing one's friends, but underlying all of it, is another loss greater than any other; the loss of hope. Without hope, life becomes an endless, dark, black chasm with nothing to live on, nothing to look forward to, greatest joys seem infinitesimal and even sorrow fails to make an impact. What is left is this large emptiness and never ending days and nights. Time doesn't pass at all.
Day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute, with nothing to go on for except for this damned hose pipe of filled with the now toxic constituent of the atmosphere.
When fear, anger, hurt, pain cease to destroy you, there is nothing left. Nothing at all except a feeling of emptiness with no will to go on. No energy in your muscles and sinew.
Six Months Later
Matt
I hate guests at home. They disrupt normalcy and tend to bring in changes, mostly unpleasant ones. And, some guests, you wish they never come back, but they do, to haunt your life time and again. Like death.
Oh, yes. Sarah died. Life is back to normal now. Chase and I are working on a new project. I don't cling to my sister anymore, still, I haven't had a steady girlfriend. Funny isn't it?
When I literally became a snail those long days and nights, Chase freaked out. He even suggested I get a dog. He worded it differently though, "Probably, you need a companion Matt. Someone to take away this nothingness..."
He looked so serious I choked thinking he wanted me to get hooked up with someone.
Chase stopped when he saw my face, I think it gave me away. "Wait. Dude, no. I was wondering if you wanted to get a pet home." He laughed.
Goshness.
I don't have the time or the patience or the liking for pets. Tiresome, cumbersome creatures. All those animal lovers out there, no offence to you guys. My personal opinion.
There is a new neighbor next door. I hate pets actually, coz they scare the hell out of you. I was bitten by a dog, a stray actually, since then, dogs and I have never seen eye to eye. Cats are way too puny for me. My fourth grade English teacher, an old and shrinking woman then, had like twenty cats at home, all with kittens, and what not.
It was hilarious when in one particularly boring class, she asked good old Thomas to get something from her bag, the lazy woman, who did so only to find a tiny kitten from her backyard obviously, jump out. The poor dude freaked out and literally ran out of class. We had an amazing time back in school that day.
Though, birds are nice things to look at, with hollow bones and airy skeletons, I personally can't cater to birds. So, that just leaves me.
Sarah hated animals too, actually. She was frightened of butterflies, frightened was a very small word, she was petrified of butterflies. I remember gifting her a huge glow in the dark painting of a butterfly by hanging it in her room, and well, that was the first thing she saw at 12, when she woke, she screamed so loudly, I almost thought, neighbours would come running.
Whenever, there came a butterfly into her room, she would stealthily come into mine, and assume as if, nothing happened. It was too funny and too adorable sometimes, her feigning to act brave and strong. Sarah was as timid as a butterfly itself.
Coming back to Chase's offer of a "companion", I vehemently denied. I moped around a few days longer and decided to jump back to schedule. I finally accepted Sarah is gone, and would never come back, and decided to move on. Poor sista. I would always love her.
Since, I was the only one at home now, I decided to sublet my place. It is an atrocious waste of resources and I was pretty good at Economics in school, actually, I sincerely followed opportunity cost. It would cost some of my freedom, but it would be cool, since Sarah's room had its own adjoining bathroom, and was more spacious than mine. She had fought for it ever since she knew her name, that brat.
Right now, its 9 in the night, I need to fix dinner, something I have never been good at and I am starving like crazy. I should probably sublet to a cook, who'd pay me in food as rent. Such a poor joke...
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AN: Poseidon here. Let's just get this over with. (My friend 😆)
Chapter 3
When I was aware of what was happening, I'm fairly sure I was dead.
Good God.
There are just so many things wrong with that sentence; I don't even know where to begin. I remember this one horror movie that Matt and I had watched together where one of the characters said that sometimes emotions can run so deep and so strong that they tie souls to earth even after bodily death. That's the only explanation I could come up with.
Emotions.
Love is an emotion. Actually, it is one of the only three innate emotions in human beings.
I'll spare you the technical details of my death- a misdiagnosis here, a few complications there and a horrible hand of fate. That's all it took to leave Matty without his Sar-bear. Poor Matt, he'd probably be called that the rest of his life. The boy who lost his parents when he was young, and then his sister. The boy who had an empty house but a mansion of memories to return home to. The boy who had no one to cook for him, no one to care for him.
6 Months Ago
Matt was the first thing that I thought of after I realized that I was dead. When I began to scream and gasp, the storm of doctors and nurses who rushed in probably kicked him out. When I woke up, or thought I did, I saw Matt talking to a doctor outside. I heard him mumble something like, "...say goodbye..."
The noise that escaped Matt was inhuman. He pounded the wall next to him and ran his calloused fingers through his hair. Taking in a large gulp of air, and curling his fists as if to steady himself, he came into my room.
He sighed. Looking straight at me, he started talking, in a shaky voice, "First mom and dad, now you too..."
Wait, what?
"...What am I going to do without you Sarah? It's just that- I just- I can't believe you're gone and I- I'm-"
No, Matt I haven't gone anywhere. I'm right here!
I got up, got off the bed to hug his kneeling form. I wanted to hug him, to comfort him- I didn't know why he was crying.
"Matt!" I called him. He was looking behind me.
He was looking at the bed.
I turned around.
And then I saw.
I saw myself.
I was just lying there, lying so still. You would have believed that I was sleeping. Not all the movies I had watched where shit like this happened, not all the movies in the world could have prepared me for this. There were no words to describe what I felt- it wasn't pain, or anger or sorrow. It was almost like disbelief.
I walked around the bed, looking from every angle, searching for just some sign of life in my limp form. Nothing. Not a stir. I gave up.
There was a bedside table in the room, I went and sat with my back against its side, facing the spotless white wall because I couldn't bear to look at Matt, kneeling there with my lifeless hand clutched between both of his.
I don't know how long we sat like that. Maybe half an hour, maybe an hour, maybe two. No one disturbed Matt; no one would have had the heart to pry away the grieving, hollow-eyed boy from his dead sister.
Then suddenly, Chase came. I heard the shuffle of his feet as he hesitated by the door.
"Matt?" he called.
Matt just took a deep breath in.
"Matt."
Still no response from him. I turned around, still crouching by the table, sticking only my head above its surface.
Chase walked up to Matt, put a hand on his back, and said, "Matt, I am so sorry."
He still didn't move.
"Matt, you cannot just sit here." With that, Chase actually half tried to lift him. Then Matt got up of his own will.
"Sarah is dead." Matt said it so lifelessly, so numbly; it was as if he had died.
"I know, Matt. Come on, you haven't eaten anything in nearly two days. I won't let you starve yourself," said Chase, as he nearly dragged Matt away from my body and towards the door. Somehow, he managed to take him out, and I watched their figures become smaller as they went towards the elevator, probably to head down to the cafeteria.
I settled down against the table again. That's when I began to think about this whole life-after-death thing. Then the theory about emotions came into my head. That's what the problem was- I loved Matt too much, Matt who was my brother, and father, and mother and all the family I had.
Then another thought popped into my head.
What about mom and dad? Didn't they love me and Matt enough to hang around after the factory fire? Why didn't they? Or did they? I was dead, which meant if they were here in spirit, I should be able to see them, right?
See them. That put another thought in my head. This whole being dead thing gave you a lot of time to think, and for some reason, not all my thoughts were very reasonable. That was probably because of the shock of having died at a mere age of sixteen.
What do I look like? Being thin and willowy was bad enough, but I had my stupid red hair and pale skin to worry about. Add being translucent to that. Yeesh, I wasn't translucent was I? I lifted my right hand to my face, to check if I could see through it. I couldn't. Thank God. But I had to be sure, and so I was examining my hand thoroughly for any translucence or green skin- any telltale sign of being undead.
"Sarah, stop that and get out from behind that table."
Ah, good old Chase. Wait, Chase?
I got up and turned to look at him. And he was looking at me. Not dead, blue-lipped me, but ethereal me.
"Chase? You can see me?" I asked, with a tone of near stupidity.
"Yes."
"But I'm dead."
"I know," he said. Almost as an afterthought, he added, "Me too."
"WHAT? YOU'RE DEAD?"
I was dead. Plot twist. Chase was dead? Mother of all plot twists.
"Sarah, stop yelling."
"WHY? IT'S NOT LIKE ANYONE ELSE CAN HEAR ME. WHEN DID YOU DIE? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN DEAD?"
"I died when I was seventeen, let me explain, Sarah, please will you calm down?"
He came over and hugged me, while I was still processing what he said. I pulled away saying, "You died when you were seventee- YOU'RE STILL SEVENTEEN, THEN! OH MY GOD, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN SEVENTEEN? IS THIS LIKE TWILIGHT? OH GO-"
"Sarah, stop freaking out and let me explain."
It took all my self control to try to calm down, but I had to ask "You've been dead all this while? How did we not see this? And OH MY GOD MATT! HIS BEST FRIEND IS A DEAD SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD! THAT'S WHY YOU LOOK THE SAME SINCE THE FIRST TIME I SAW YOU! HOW DOES NO ONE NOTICE?"
"Look, this whole public appearance to the living thing takes practice, okay? I was a clueless seventeen year old who ran away from home, Sarah, with nowhere to go, how long do you think I survived? Let me tell you, hardly a week," he explained.
"Why are you still here?" I asked.
"Huh?"
"What's keeping you back? I mean, people become, um," I had to choke down a giggle; my emotions were all over the place, "ghosts only if they have some purpose to fulfil right?"
Chase sighed. "I don't know Sarah, I've been trying to figure that out for the past eight or so years. I still don't know. And why didn't you and Matt see I was dead? Well, you've seen it, you haven't observed it. When have you seen me eat?"
"Plenty of times! Dude, you practically live off, well actually considering that you're dead, un-live off me and Matt!"
"Think again, Sarah, have you actually seen me eat? Or sleep?"
"No, I don't stalk you! Shit, this is really like one of those lame-ass vampire movies. Shit, have YOU been watching me sleep? And if you can turn this invisible-to-the-living thing on and off, HAVE YOU EVER WATCHED ME UNDRESS?"
"WHAT? NO! You are really going off topic here," began Chase.
I'll tell you what; it took Chase quite a while to get me on-topic. In fact, he spent my entire funeral trying to be discreet while talking to me, because no one else could see me. It took him another six months or so to teach me to control when I appeared and disappeared. I'll skip all that- you can figure it out if and when you die. But in that six months something else happened, which will probably take some explaining to do. I'll break it to you how Matt found out.
It was raining on and off, and Matt had just gone home, leaving Chase in the workshop. Well, Chase and me. But Chase and I had not yet decided how we would break the whole hey-Matt-we've-been-dead-but-undead-behind-your-back-this-whole-time news to Matt.
But anyway, he had gone home now.
"I think I should show myself to him," I said, appearing next to Chase, who was leaning against a workbench. He sighed and turned to face me. He pulled me in, with his hands around my waist. I looked at his dishevelled, chestnut coloured hair and that stupid dimple on his chin as he leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him back, closing my eyes. I saw him close his too.
Then we heard the doorknob, but before we could disappear, we heard Matt go, "AAARGH!"
Shit, Chase and I were halfway to turning invisible- well, translucent, for lack of more fitting words.
Then for good measure, Matt added, "MY EYES! WHAT? AAARGH!"
AN: Firstly, the whole deal with Sarah being red-headed is my tribute to all our beloved redheads across all fandoms. (except Ginny and Percy Weasley- I intensely dislike those two.)
Secondly, that's what you get if you try to kill my character, the product of my sweat and blood and endless typing.
Thirdly, well, Mwahahahahahahahaha.
Chapter 4 - Page 9
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
