You Kissed My Soul

It’s been fifteen days. Fifteen days until I last saw my parents, my family. I am still in this hospital laying like a dead human on the bed. My hand is still plastered and some bandages of my body has been removed. My body has started to heal but my soul is still in pain.

Some people who were close to my family came to meet me. Some showed condolence while some of them tried to console me when I broke down in front of them. But none stayed for too long. With a facade of sadness and pity they payed me a little visit showering me with flower and Money but no one understood that I didn’t want all this. I just wanted to go back to my family. I hated living alone.

They said that there was some wire problem which caused the house on fire but little did they knew I was present there what happened and the murderer was roaming outside freely.

The police investigators took my statement about what happened and I gave them the information truthfully wanting and hoping for justice but as if the whole world has turned against me the cops are just not doing anything and they said they didn’t get any evidence to prove my statement.

Evidence?

Can’t they see my condition? Is it not enough to prove everything?

I have crying endlessly. It’s just too much for me. I am feeling so helpless and weak. I couldn’t do anything to save them. I am just good for nothing. I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to them heck I couldn’t even attend their funeral.

I am the worst daughter in this world.

Getting up from the bed, I looked outside of the window to see it’s already dark. I got down on my feet and winced when I felt my muscles flexing. Still I got up on my foot and made my way towards the door. I couldn’t stand any longer. Loneliness is killing me.

I walked out of the door and to the elevator. I walked out of the elevator when the door pinged open. It was the ground floor. I saw some people sitting on a bench, some were crying, a girl in the reception who was busy scribbling something on her notepad.

Some people who visited me gave me some money. I was relieved that I kept it in my pant pockets. I walked out of the hospital and luckily no one noticed me. I was yelping in pain whenever I walked quicker. I just wanted to get away.

As soon as I was in the road I looked for a Cab. It was difficult because no driver, pulled up before a girl who was in hospital patient uniform and had a plastered hand and bandages all over the body. Finally a man pulled up before me and I gave him the address where he had to take me.

All the way, I watched out of the window lifelessly thinking this all to be a dream. I snapped out of my thoughts when the Cab came to a halt. I watched out of the window to see I have reached my destination. The familiar place which was no longer had anything to do with me. I was a foreigner now.

I got out of the Cab and played the driver he looked towards my once which was called home, and looked at me sympathetically before driving away with a last glance.

I looked back at my house and tears began to roll down as I realized it was no longer my house. It was now a mess. It looked like a Horror house which we saw in movies. Police Banners were pasted on the door but I couldn’t stop myself. I walked to the door and tried to open. It clicked open and I walked in. Everything was burnt. Nothing was left. Everything was turned into debris and I couldn’t recognize a single thing.

It was the place where my Mom and Dad stood last time I was them. I fell on my knees and screamed.

“Please come back!” I cried and signed.

I don’t know how longer I sat their crying but I just couldn’t control myself. My emotions were just flowing away in tears. The longer I sat the longer I got my answer to the question why was I still alive.

“Ryan” I uttered the name with disgust.

“You have to pay for it” my words were filled with venom and hatred.

“I am coming for you Brother” I spat with hatred.

I wiped away my tears using my sleeves and close my eyes.

“What should I do?” I uttered.

I was so engrossed in my own little world that I couldn’t feel the presence behind me. When I felt it somebody grabbed my arm and held something on my nose from behind. I couldn’t even get the time to register to struggle when I was already knocked down and I found myself loosing my senses.

My eyes fluttered open and I looked around trying to acknowledge where I was. I was somewhere in an unfamiliar place. It was a small room, a size of a bathroom and I was lying on a bench which was attached to the wall. It looked like a cell.

I began to panic and I got up immediately, wasting no time trying to open the door. It was locked from outside. I knocked and banged on the door asking to open the door by no one heard me or it was like no one paid attention to me.

I was now beginning to suffocate. It was really a small room with no Windows. Only a bench and a toilet pan. The light bulb lightened the small room and I began to feel nauseous seeing the pan. It was so dirty.

“Open the door!” I banged again.

“Let me out”

“Please open the door”

“Let me out!”

I screamed and cried.

I uttered to myself as I sat on

kept on banging and screaming yet no one heard or even replied me. Finally, I heard the Jingling of keys

and revealed a tall bulky and muscular black man who was

and why am I

the way I tried to get myself free from his grip but I couldn’t. I did notice the other rooms which were similar to

you taking me?” I

attention and

a door and I furrowed my

me” I tried to yank my hand away but he tightened his hold and we both entered the

room. The room was a modern as well as vintage room. The room consisted of book shelves, and there was no window. But there was glass window and if someone went near it someone could look through it to

I shuddered feeling weird.

I heard a voice and I looked towards my front to find a man who must be in his late 40′s. He had black hair and black eyes. He was sitting behind his desk and by his frame

are you?”

beside me and the man left the room without uttering

and signaled me to

took slow steps and sat on the

am I

spoke nonchalantly. Hearing

he was a Boxing Instructor” I replied little

he wasn’t” he told me

instructor but not a Boxing Instructor.

“Friend?” I asked

my private organisation and we are The Fast Eye Agency” he told me and as his words sunk in I recognized the word “Agency”

Agency?” I

and

he told me and for some minutes I thought as if he

are lying. This isn’t possible”

Your Father, Dave who was my friend worked here as a trainer. He made amateurs like you into Assassins” he told me and I snapped

hissed and I shut

he was an Assassin too. But he left the job when he met your mother. Instead he chose to become a trainer who quit

the job again” I spoke and I began to rearrange

him, change his mind on quitting buy bribing him that we will increase his salary but he was too stubborn and he quit his

once killed a family who were our target and we had information that they were the terrorists. That is when he got your brother Ryan. He took him and adopted him as his own son but look

and being loyal to his real parents he chose to kill your family for revenge. Revenge is a very bad thing

you?”

ordered him to kill my parents?” I asked and watched as he

and got up

his collar and slapped him hard using one hand. I shoved him and soon I was held

made me an orphan. You turned my Brother into a monster. You are such a wicked man. You call

the person who was holding me grabbed me by my waist and arms

was not my choice. It was your brother’s choice after all” he sneered and stood up from his and came to me and

seen in your Father. He was the best but the biggest mistake he made by choosing his family over my agency. He should’ve

spat

the spit using his

are going to be an Assassin and that’s final” he commanded and went back to his

he

on thrashing

in that room where I

the door” I banged

that room for nearly a week. I would mark the lights which came into my room. Whenever the bulb lit on, it’s means it is the night time. I have been kept hungry