Five Years Of Insanity... Read Count : 84

Category : Stories

Sub Category : Thriller

I finally escaped my step-mother's residence after being held as a hostage in the attic. It had been five years of immense Starving and pain in the gloomy and dusty corner of the house, with my fingers stitched and my feet detached from the ankles, when I heard the creak of the door, and found my foster mother come entering into the room.

I closed my eyes, expecting another torture, which usually happened. But this time, I observed a change.

She slowly closed the door behind, and sat next to me.

"I am sorry",

Said she, with tears in her eyes, bowing. I just found myself free of any ropes, so I got up, opened the door and left the room.

I noticed not a single change in the house's interior, from the time my father left it, when he passed away, five years back. There hanged a big portrait of my dad in the living room, and right next to it was, another picture of my family, My Dad, Mom and I. My mother left me when I was 7, and was orphaned 5 years back. The picture had some burn marks, clearly showing some attempts to turn it to ashes. Rest all the couches and carpets were the same, as the last time I saw them.

I got out of the house and walked along the doorsteps to our lawn. The fountain there did not work anymore, and was laden with moss. Not a single flower was left in the flower bed, and there were weeds and creepers growing all around.

I saw Daniel too, our old Alsatian, inside his kennel. He stared at me mysteriously, but was too weak to come and greet me the way he used too.

I walked near the hedge and saw Rodri, my childhood friend. I called out his name, but was ignorant to see or listen to me anymore.

I was just looking around, and my vision fell on a vendor, selling some hot buns. It made me drool, but I could not  taste them anymore. 

The only thing I happened to consume in this five-year span was some stale bread, often half eaten, some sour curd and some soft biscuits. My tongue had developed blisters having those rough things.

I then looked up the sky. It was colored orange, with a dull hue over it. The cranes and finches were flying in groups. The sun was setting slowly down the horizon. That was the same beautiful scenery I used to see, when I was Alive...

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  • True Poetry

    True Poetry

    great!

    Jun 28, 2018

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