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'The shadow behind me' |
| Written by Zoya | |
| Saturday, 23 February 2008 | |
*Note*- This the story which i wrote for the ITC CYAC {classmate young author conest}, to their given topic 'The shadow ebhind me'/ Often its our thoughts that makes the major difference. Just one thing: Fear does not exist. We create it....and yeah everything that looks like a I after a word, is actually the exclamatory mark...Its a part of the font...
The shadow behind me It was late, very late. I was tired, very tired. God! This Deepthi of mine, she always ends in trouble, and rubs it on me. I suppose she reckons me to be a Jinni, helping her out all the time. All I want now is to crash on my bed. My feet were hurting, as I entered the lift, I was about to press the arrow down I thought Minus one or minus two? Minus one. Am sure it’s minus one, positive. It’s minus one. I pressed the button and waited to reach the basement. Eighteen more floors to glide and then a half an hour drive home. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. The elevator stopped at minus one, I got out .no one was there. I looked around for my car; I realized that I had parked it somewhere near the emergency exit. Now where is the emergency exit? It must be really far...... As I moved forward I felt someone around. I turned around, no one was there. But some kind of fear and anxiety filled me. It reminded me the murder that took place in the basement of the ‘Ivory tower’, just a week ago, the girl was ruthlessly killed, and her body was found the next day under a car!. The crime rate is a price we pay for the developing city. A situation like this when no one is around, should be a perfect chance for those murderers who lurk around in the night searching for innocent victims and I seem to be a perfect one! Oh ****! Who’s that? I think I heard distant footsteps. I turned in a jiff, I could see a man in black overcoat in distance, and I turned and walked ahead in search for my car. Oh my God, what will happen next? I walked faster, and the footsteps seemed more audible, I pretended not to hear it and continued to search for my car pretending to look confident. But inside I was shitty scared. Even if there wasn’t anyone, I would surely die because of the tension and anxiousness that had engulfed me. I continued to walk, looking around casually as if I’m totally oblivious to those footsteps. I reached the emergency exit and to my horror the car wasn’t there! Oh, I must have parked it in minus two! I headed towards the stairs to my right. As I went down, I thought someone was following me. Oh God, Save me! What if I become a victim to those debauched and hard-hearted people? What will happen to me? My family? Will they be able to live without me? I’m not even graduated or married! All my dreams and hopes will get terminated before I even start working on them! Will my body be found under a car tomorrow morning? Every second seemed like hours to me. I scanned the parking lot. Why are the parking lots so confusing? Some more footsteps ........ chill Aaliya, maybe it’s just some other guy searching for his car too. I consoled myself. Yeah right! Who am I kidding? I walked around searching for my car. Should I call Deepthi or the cops? But the person can overhear me; I bet he will be able to get me, before Deepthi even gets down! Those footsteps grew louder, my heart pounded heavily in my chest. I walked faster so did those footsteps behind me. His pace was equal to mine. I stopped, and looked around; those dim lights did not help. Then I heard something fall down, I turned around petrified. The jaws of a tiger couldn’t have frightened me more. Is that his gun or knife? I couldn’t see anyone, but I knew I hadn’t imagined that noise, as I turned again looking around desperately for my car. I saw a shadow of a tall man. What did I have with me to defend myself? My nails were big enough to scratch him, but would that do any good? The mirror in my wallet-will it help? Now how much time would it take me to get to my car, unlock it, get in slam the door and screech my way out of all this? Just a few seconds! Just then........ .Trring! Trring! My mobile phone ran. The man might attack me anytime. ...... I took my phone and spoke ‘Hello? Whose this?’ the voice replied ‘Aalia where are you?’ It was my mom, I felt some what comforted, but then the signal was weak, I could not hear what my mother was saying, ‘Hello? Ma? Hello?’ I spoke desperately. My only hope also drained out along with my battery. Oh Great!I started walking faster, obviously having no idea where I was heading when I heard those footsteps growing louder and faster; And then I saw my red car parked in a corner, it would take me about a minute to to get there, If I run will the man be able to get me? I’m not really fast, but I suppose when it comes to my life I can run fast. Well that’s what I hope. Every milli-second seemed like light-years to Me., The footsteps grew louder with my heartbeats.... I did not dare turn around. Its now or never....... I have to get there....... I walked as fast as my legs could take me. I dug my hand into my purse for my keys. Where is it? I got something which felt like my key, indeed it was my key. But no my cars, my wardrobes! Oh the keys are in myjeans pocket. I took them out, as I was about to unlock my door..... I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder. I screeched very loudly,,,,, which echoed in the deep silence. Oh God, please forgive me for all the mistakes I’ve committed. Please help me Lord............. ‘Aalia? ’ the familiar voice spoke. Gathering my courage I looked around to see my friend Brian standing looking at me confused. ‘God!....... Its you!’ I said. Thank Goodness! I sighed. ‘Not God, its me Brian’ he replied. ‘Sorry I kind of freaked out…’ ‘Its okay …I saw you, But I wasn’t sure if it was you….so I dint want to call out your name, in case it wasn’t you and I was following you to just confirm’ He said. I sighed.What a sudden change! From the state of helplessness, to a timely support from a friend in deed.I realized the great power of imagination. Fearful thoughts would make you fearful, but happy thoughts would surely make one happy. ‘Most of our fears are just imaginary, our own story. Who is the author? Us.....! ‘Fear does not exist it is only the fearful thoughts and avoidance behavior’ My dad used to say often quoting author John Wayne Dyer. Conquering the fear is conquering the world! I realized the shadow behind me was the reflection of my very own imagination.
Copyright 2008 Zoya |
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