ROHIT SOLILOQUY
People can be categorized in a wide variety of ways. I categorize people based on how well or poorly they express themselves. There are people who have a clear way of expressing themselves, and then there are people like me who always chew their words. We keep all of our emotions inside of us while continuously attempting to please those around us.
I have never been good at expressing myself, so it was my parents who made all of the decisions in my life. Even though it would have felt right to disagree with their choice, I never mustered the courage to do so. I eventually stopped thinking and began to live by the decisions that other people made for me.
There were people around me who made me feel like I was being myself, but I never cared about them. By the time I realized I could make my own choices, I had already lost everything.
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She wants to take this fight seriously. Should I lose it on purpose? What if I aggravated her further? Is she really not noticing the difference in our aura? What if I show her how far apart we are? Maybe then she will stop.
Thinking so, I chose to focus all of my strength into my fist. I punched through the large block of solid air and moved towards her blind spot.
Huh, did she track my movements? Not that it would help. She made a shield to defend herself, but my punch broke it and went straight, stopping just before hitting her on the chest. My punch had such force that it tore her black bra and grey shirt, exposing her breasts.
"S-s-sorry" I said staring directly at her chest.
Seeing her bare skin made me feel a little embarrassed, so I turned around and apologized immediately.
"Thud."
I heard something fall from behind me, and when I turned to look, I saw Nehal on the ground.
"Hey, are you okay?" With a terrified voice, I said as I hurried over to her.
I noticed the white aura around her had vanished, so I checked her pulse, which had stopped beating.
"No... not again. Is she de... d-did I kill her...?"
My mind went blank when I saw her in this state, and some unsettling memories from my past began to surface. I sat there for a few minutes before controlling my emotions. My expression darkened, I got up, and using the phone I had, I called the hospital that the organization operated.
"Ring, ring, ring... Hello"
I gave them the rundown and as I was about to tell them where we were, I had the unsettling sensation that someone was staring at me. When I turned around and realized Nehal's eyes were fixed on me, I hurried over to check her pulse, which had resumed. My face lit up, and I felt relieved.
I quickly embraced her and gave her a quick squeeze.
"H-hey, don't scare me like that you kno-, Shit! " I sqealed, letting her go, and moved away from her.
"I'm sorry, please wear this," I said, removing my shirt and handing it to her.
She just kept staring at me, seemingly immobile as if she were paralyzed.
"Qu'est-ce que vous voulez ?" She said in a low voice.
"Huh? You said something."
Seeing that I was still on call, I apologized for not getting back to them and provided our address so they could send assistance.
While I waited for assistance to come, I moved her to the grass bed and covered her with my shirt. I noticed that her aura disappeared.
Every living thing emitted a white or black aura, depending on the type of human being; the more good deeds a person performs, the whiter their aura, and vice versa and unlike others I was able to notice them. Demons emitted a massive black aura, whereas angels had a white aura. There were a few people who did not have an aura, but I have never seen or heard of anyone who lost their aura.
Don't tell me she's possessed? Her aura, however, suggests otherwise. We waited for assistance to arrive, and although I attempted to strike up a conversation, she remained silent.
It took twenty minutes for them to arrive at our location. Nehal was taken to the hospital by the medical team.
She was fine, but for some reason I was not feeling joyful; something did not feel quite right.
"Perhaps I should try reaching out to the superiors." I said to myself while sitting in the ambulance's front seat.
Four months have passed since the incident. According to the doctors, she lost her memory. Her demeanor, personality, and gorgeous expression all changed, giving the impression that she was emotionless.Her best friend and her coworkers took her in because she had no one else who could care for her.
Her paralysis—which the doctor said was brought on by mental shock—took her about a week to fully recover. It took her more than a month to start conversing some simple sentences. She started to act more like a toddler, inquiring about everything she saw.
I went see her a couple of times during this period, but each time she avoided me.
Although I was aware that she was well, something didn't feel right. I had a tingling sensation inside that was screaming, "This is not her!"
Time passed, and one night I received a call from an unfamiliar number.
"Ring, ring, ring, Hello—" I said, and just as I was about to ask who was on the other end, a sudden loud voice appeared.
"Rohit! "Huff, huff, s-she is huff trying to k-k-kill me," she said, her voice wavering.
It sounded like Ruhi, one of my colleagues and the woman who is currently looking after Nehal, was running when she spoke.
"Please huff h-help me."
"Don't panic. Tell me who is after you and where you are right now."
I got out of bed and hurried to the door without even getting out of my pajamas.
"Huff, huff"
"Neigh-Crash, Beep..." A sudden, loud noise came from the other end, disconnecting the call.
"Neh...?"