DISCLAIMER: The below set of stanzas is just a piece of my imagination. It is not meant to disturb anyone's personal feelings and not to promote any disbelief.
"HELP ME!"
~ Harish Kannan
A lonely blank paper lies under the only lantern of that dark room. Still, my drying pen stands on it, without knowing what would be its next move. plots of various kinds are roaming around my head, still I can't get one. Yep, I'm on my first plot preparation! The hands of the wall-clock moved down and up, as it is on fire. Like that it goes on.. at some point of time, I hear my mobile ringing, My close friend, who is from Chennai is on the other side.
It's been a long term since we talked last. With a broad smile on my unshiny face, like a chocolate-getting baby, I purred, "hellllo dear!" I can't hear anything properly from his side. He just mumbled, the only thing I could hear from him is "Help me!"
I understand that he is in a severe danger, and needs aid. But the only thing, I can't get on my mind is that why, he has to call me for his assistance after such a long period? Even my name wouldn't be there in his recent dial list!
At peak of this minute, the weather is filthy and it pretends that even the nature is unfair to me. Someone tapped my front door! I don't want to unlock it, as usually schematics like this will usually bring an unnatural figure or a villain there! Isn't it? But, dont worry! I've got a balcony window upstairs, from where, I could find who is behind my door.
As you guessed, My pal with a full wet jerkin, is standing there,quarelling for oxygen! I can read those questions on your head, Come on, Let's find it..
With a towel, I rushed towards the door and unlocked it.
At the same piece of second, he flattened on my frightened chest, I raised my head and shocked to see a stabbed dagger at his back, straight to his vertebrae. I froze with that moment! Now explore these seconds, close kin of mine is lying dead on my own hands, and he is murdered. I don't know, whether I have to treat him or to cry or to inform the cops?
Then, I noticed a bunch of papers which he is holding in his hands firmly. I laid him down on the adjacent wall and picked those papers..
Leading the bunch of blank sheets, the front page is written with the same single word, that he has blabbered on that phone call: 'Help me!'
It seems that those words have been written in
a faded red colour. It smells like dried blood!
I can't get, what is surrounding me?
Within an eye blinking second, My dead partner, who is actually pretended to be dead arises briskly. I'm throat-filled with fear and tried to inquire him, whether he could explain the dramatic things happening here? He just stared at me blindly. I can't even make any guesses on why a person should look like that on his close buddy, at such a horrible environment.
On the next fraction of second, he withdraws his blood-stained knife and groaned, "help me!"
Again, as you guess, that idiot stabbed me on, my belly!
With a screaming howl, I wake up from my writing desk! But things happened, seem to be too real. My mobile notified something. I tried to hold it with my weak and trembling hands, and found an incoming call, missed from the same friend!
The same weather surrounded, it seems. And the door has been tapped even louder than before!
Above all! I found the same bunch of papers, presided by the sheet written with those bloody words, "help me!", instead of my lonely blank paper!
End of the plot
