“Please let me go home. Please take me home!” I wailed but my entreaty echoed only within myself. Outside I had begun to look like a corpse, stiff and still. It wasn’t my mind that shut off first after all. I sobbed, screamed, begged, prayed but not even the birds that perhaps flew over me, heard me. Then there was a break. Through my shut lids I saw something glowering from a distance. The dull point of light grew sharper and wider until it was so close to me that my eyeballs burnt behind my lids and the warmth from it melted the layer of frost on my face. I was being carried was the last message my mind conveyed. Then darkness and silence descended over me making me forget myself.
“ I…where is Oskar?” I fumbled, upon which I heard a low chuckle. “So you do remember Oskar then?” he said turning around and coming towards the lighted space of the room. My vision was still indistinct from all the trauma I had suffered. I beheld a tall man dressed in black, with very dark hair but his features, through a persistent film of fog obstructing my sight, I could not really make out. The voice however was unforgettable and familiar because it had a certain gruffness in it that vaguely rang a bell somewhere in the corner of my mind. Yes! I had heard that voice. But before I could clear the doubt fully in my head, he was sitting beside me, the air around him suffocating me. “Yes you have heard me before. There is no surprise about that. But seen the true me, you have not. For disguises I have many.” The shock and stress I had suffered in the near past had transformed me into the likes of those who doesn’t seemed to be astonished or petrified by anything at all, for here I was, the truth of my horrendous experiences nearly forgotten, admiring the fine face that now looked gravely at me. I was cast into a sea of lull and I even felt a faint smile spreading on my lips. It felt like I was sedated because those urgent pain in my muscles disappeared as I looked into a face that was so beautiful that even the film of unsteadiness couldn’t impair my vision longer. A perfectly knitted dark brow that arched up in a way that it could both be menacing and keenly observant at the same time. Below the brow was a pair of eyes that were most striking in its molten creamy green colour of a summery sea. “Wh-who are you?” was all I could manage.
The arrogant response was enough to make me realize that I was a mere speck of dirt, an ugly fat pimple-headed teenager, an awkward entity form a world much less complicated than this one. “Oh you poor poor little girl!” he added with a grin tugging at one side of his lips that gave away how unsatisfied he was with his find. Then he grabbed my arms and said through clenched teeth “If I had been given a choice, I would only be most happy to leave you precisely where I found you. But no! The rest would not have it so.” He then let go of me and turned muttering to himself. “Oh dear father, father! Why this? You could have done better”. He left the room and as he walked out of the door he turned back and said “Food will be sent to you in a while. You need to gather your strength for the purpose you are here for. Upon completing that particular purpose, you will be escorted back to wherever it is that you came from.”Thank God he did not see the tears of indignation that had begun to pool in my tired eyes. “poor…poor girl was it?” I thought and once you have your fill of whatever you have to do with me you will send me back to what was it again? Wherever it is that I came from?” A mixture of anguish and anger found its roots within me and grew steadily without a hint of being abated. I would have thrown things that I could get my hands on as a ventilation of my anger, but I didn’t because first of all the room where I was being held captive had only an ancient dark-wood bed that I was sitting on, a small bedside table of rococo finish and a larger one by the window which also bore the same resemblance. Secondly, I couldn’t budge those things so I ate my own anger, chewed on it, munched it between clenched jaws until hot tears of vexation flew down. After all I was a nobody who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. I was very certain that it was not me they wanted. Oskar had kidnapped me by mistake. This had to be a mistake. I was never meant to be here. End of discussion.
I knew I was doing it again – casting dirt upon myself, humiliating myself often when I stood face to face with someone who seemed dauntingly beautiful or accomplished in many ways than I was. My mother would often grumble at how insecure and hesitant I was of myself. I couldn’t help it. I had always been embarrassed of myself no matter how many inspiring stories I may have read or heard. I never felt important in the big scheme of life. I was after all a tiny speck of dirt, an awkward teenager who found beauty in the morbidity of Poe’s Gothic stories and poems. I was extremely sure that these beings or whoever they might be, have been seriously mistaken. They perhaps meant to grab Sofia the most popular girl in my class. Everybody wanted to be like her, look like her, walk like her and attract boys like her. The only thing she was bad at, was studies but who cared about studies? It mattered to no one except the teachers when I aced in all my subjects, but that hadn’t done anything to change my “nobody” status. In fact I had an affinity to all the nobodies, so my group of friends had basically consisted of insignificant characters that are merely in the class to make it full.
The door creaked half open and I was jolted out at once from my piteous day dreaming. No one came in for a moment. The door remained open. “Hello? Who’s there?” I croaked. “M-Malin? Is that you?” A laboured whisper filled the space between me and the door. “Oskar? Oskar! Is that you? I’m here, come in,” I whispered back. Then slowly from behind the half closed door Oskar emerged appearing battered and bruised. He staggered heavily towards me and I was able to hold him before he sunk on the floor. His breath escaped his mouth in short bouts and he held the left side of his chest tightly with his right hand. He blurted short choppy sentences as he coiled on the floor with his head on my lap.
You have to leave here at once. I am sorry that I ever brought you here. Do not trust anyone. Specially him.
To be continued...