His sore muscles had given in before he did.
Thank God, he heaved a sigh.
It was finally the weekend.
Monotonously, he unlocked the door of his unwelcoming apartment and hung the keys on the hanger like it was the ignition the house demanded to temper its desolation.
Being immune to the melancholy those rooms carried, he ignored the quietus that punctuated the room. He decided to go up to his bedroom to freshen up.
But, the mirror, beckoning the lover in him, made him walk right up to it as today was the first time she commemorated his existence with her precious smile.
Dreamily ruffling his already ruffled hair,
His eyes stop to widen as he notices a knife pierced into his stomach sending an immediate chill down his spine!
Reflexively he looks down to be mighty relieved as his insomnia had gotten better with the hallucinations.
he lazily goes to his room. After a hot shower, the grumble of his tummy, decided his next pit-stop. The still running tap hauls him in, after closing it, he relooks at the tub, it was bejeweled with bloody footprints that ran all over the wall and the floor. Six toes?! his footprints, he realizes. It was incomplete, however. As all the footprints were only of the left foot.
His heart rate did a bungee jump putting him in a dizzy.
He hesitantly decided to follow the footprints with his numb body tagging along with utmost reluctance.
And the trail descended down the stairs that had suddenly turned creeky.
He froze as the last(first) footprint was right in front of the mirror.
with his heart in his mouth, he looked into the mirror, the stab had gotten worse.
he feels his stomach yet again but with zero results.
with a breathless sigh, he swiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand, that was dripping blood out of nowhere.
without further ado, he runs to the door to find the keys gone.
the door failed to even budge despite several futile attempts like it wanted him to die trying.
remembering the back door , he sprints across the hall, fast enough to mock the speed of light but trips.
Over a blood soaked knife.
The exact one that he had seen in the mirror!
Still blaming his insomnia, he staggers towards the door but a hand pulls him down to the floor. falling hard with a thud wrecking his last chance at life but he gets back up, just to feel an unflinching pain on his stomach. the knife that he abandoned in the living room was now penetrating into his stomach like it was on automation. Going deeper with every passing second, blood gushing like Niagara falls.
making his escape seem like the prayers offered by an atheist.
Being hopelessly undeterred, he made it to the backdoor with whatever scarce consciousness he had left, opened it with all his might, just to fall into the dark abyss. The living room!
From the corner of his eye, something grabs his attention. The unflinching pain was not only because of the stab, his right leg which was almost consumed by the floor, was now dangling by the back door.
Looking down, he finds a ghastly looking hand in the place of what should have been, his leg.
He finally gives up, for death had found him.
The grip of that lifeless hand suddenly tightened.
- Karunya Venkataramanan