[9/OCT 11:50]
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The clock struck midnight, its hands aligning in quite ceremony -and there it was, the day people wait for all year. But in that quiet moment I simply stood there, listening to time turn. Phone buzzes. I quickly unlocked it knowing who it must me. And there she was, the trouble of my life, my bestfriend Nia. "Happy Birthday Zoya"
There was a slight smile on my face which immediately disappeared as a tear fell on my cheek as I glanced on today's date.
'10th of October'
Don't get me wrong, I am not the kind of person who doesn't like their birthdays. Infact it was one of the golden days of my life untill I realised 'it was'.
Lost in my thoughts, I was pulled back to reality by a sudden knock at the door — sharp, unexpected, and echoing through the stillness. I froze. It was late, too late for visitors. The knock came again, slower this time, deliberate. My heart began to race as I stepped closer, each creak of the floorboards louder than the last. No footsteps outside. No voice.
I reached for the handle, hesitation tightening around my chest. The door creaked open just an inch, and there he was — a man in a long, weather-worn coat, standing completely still. His eyes were locked onto mine like he’d been waiting for me. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. In his hand, he held a small envelope — stained at the corners, sealed with something that looked like wax… or blood.
I was so terrified and wanted to scream but my lips refused to do so, instead I asked "Who are you?". He looked at me, studying the emotions I am struggling with. He handed me the envelope while saying "You look a lot like him. Happy 18th. This is from ur father"
{3 years ago on the same date Mom, Papa, me and my brother Ben were on our way to a family trip. Ben and I were arguing over the control of the radio, Mom capturing the view through the window and Dad driving the car, taking us to the top of the mountain.
The sun dipping low behind the mountain with the sunlight slipping through the window with its gentle touch.
As I was absorbed in the moment there was a big flash of light which closed my eyes with a sound of glass shattering in my ears. I opened my eyes and I saw people rushing towards me. Lifting me up in a vehicle whose lights were squinting my eyes.And the next thing I know I was at a hospital. I was the only survivor when a truck hit the car. }
And now here I am, as once the most beautiful day became a day which make me wanna unlive.
I took the envelope tracing over the blood hoping it is not what my brain is forcing me to think. I was trembling all over and as I was about to confront the man.....he was gone.
I came out of the house and look all around but it was all dark and hardly anyone I could find. I went back in, shaking uncontrollably. I open the envelope which had a paper and a locket. My Dad's locket. The one he was wearing that evening. My heart stopped. When I unfold the paper, there, it was something familiar. My Dad's handwriting.
"Hello pancake, its me your daddy. I am writing this on the hospital bed. As I was lying down, alone, some men barged into the room and put something in my saline. Definitely not for my recovery, its making my vision blur. As they near me I could here them saying, they should have ended the lives there and there.
Listen to me carefully darling, this wasn't an accident. It was something pre planned.I shouldn't have trusted anyone so blindly, neither should you. Remember, betrayals are more painful when it comes from the close ones. And I think I know who it was. He is... "
"WHO WAS HE? ". I checked the envelope again. And there wasn't any other paper. These were the last words of my Dad. My whole existence was a lie. Someone who is so close to me is the reason for my grief. The one who stole my happiness, my life.
What if he is still in my presence. What if he is waiting for his next move. And the next meeting move is me. But why is this all have to be? What could be the reason? And moreover who was the stranger on the door? And why give the letter now, after 3 years?
I have to find the answer before the death finds me. I can't stop crying. It wasn't from grief anyone, it was....rage. The only words I could form was.....REVENGE.
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