Yahoo!
Reached my home in just a minute… What else could this scar do? Can it do anything for me? What if I get perfect grades because of this? I mean, it's cheating- but I am an alien though. Alien… Why? As I was about to click the door bell, the door opened as if a stream of full on force is barging out. My left toes survived. But my tiny right toe died.
'Ahhh' I cried holding my leg for its dear life- please, scar help me!
But someone grabbed my hand saying, 'We don't have time.'
It was Padma. She pulled me in to her car and even fixed my seatbelt quickly.
'Where are we going?' I asked, half crying, half being frustrated.
'Why is this shouting?' Padma started hitting the car as it peeped like ambulance.
'You didn't close the back door properly- but' She didn't listen. Went back, closed the doors, came in and she started the engine.
'Where are you taking me? Tell' I shrugged her- but she's too busy! She started driving- quietly, her face being really serious- So serious that she's boiling like hot chai. My stubbed toe is crying with me- I don't know how to react. What's wrong?
She drove to the street from which we go to school. Is she taking me to my school? Did my English teacher complain about me? My hands and legs started shaking. Did the psycho understand that my homework was fake? No, it's not fake. I wrote it- no, she can't suspect me. Padma looking at the road seriously reminds me of Sravanti's mom- Is she leaving me somewhere else? That's my biggest nightmare.
'Tell me!' I shouted, kicking the ground.
She stopped the car with a sudden brake. I almost hit the front- I thought the air bag would come out. And without a word, the door beside me was open. Padma pulled me out and pushed me into the back seat and shut the door. And before I could open the lock to open the door, she started the car. How is she THIS quick? I looked at my scar- my last hope. Please… Do something!
No response.
I brushed it gently. It didn't work. I rubbed it vigorously in frustration. It started burning! What??? I gave up on my stubbed toe already- and this one? UGH! I started hitting Padma's seat from backside. She stayed quiet. But this silence is killing me. Is she this angry? But, what could have been the reason- was my scar burning because I rubbed it badly, or is it signaling something actually important? Is this a sign???
'STOP AVANTI! STAY QUIET' Padma screamed which jump scared me.
The hand with which I was hitting her seat stopped hitting and started shaking. Scar- please guide me in this! Scar? Seriously, no response?! Okay, now I give up. I don't understand this random scar and now, not even Padma. And I don't trust anyone who brings random dangers in my life… My stubbed toe also gave up; I am done too. Padma took a fierce left and then almost hit a cute cat, ran over a cake that just feel down and stopped at a huge building. And the building? I read it. "Savior hospital of mental health and Neuro sciences". Woah- she took me to a mental hospital? Does Padma need therapy or what? Then why did she bring me here? Maybe she wants me to get treated. Wait- why? I am fine right now though; I don't need and treatment!
'Please tell me why you brought me here?' But she held me and my hand, started dragging me to that hospital. I fiercely left her hand. She turned to me.
'I am not coming until I get an explanation.'
'I don't think you're in a state to understand it. Come.' She pulled me in. She talked to the receptionist and took me directly to a psychologist's room. Did she take an appointment?
'Well, let's go in.' She took me. I'm not afraid. If that person is really psychologist, they'd respect the fact that I'm not interested! I went in.
'Welcome, Avanti!' That doctor grinned evilly. Something is terrible about this psychologist because I see black aura around him. Okay, scar helped me but it didn't. I need to run immediately.
'Well, tell me what's the problem?' he said. Padma sat on the chair, and he told me to sit too. I didn't know if I should run or not. If I do something that'll make me escape, like shout or cry or run, then people would think that I am having an illness, especially in this hospital.
'Sit!' He said a little louder. I sat hesitantly.
'What is the problem madam?' He asked us, looking at his book.
'Her friend said that Avanti is speaking weirdly. As if she had powers or something.' Padma said. My heart dropped. Vishal- how and what the heck have you done!?
'What have you said, Avanti?' He asked me after writing something.
'I am fine- Padma brought me here without my consent. My friend yapped something and believed it?'
'I myself saw a lot of change in you Avanti…' Padma supported herself.
'No- no, no… I am not even sad to get started with.' I spoke.
'No sir, she is insane. Isn't even being grateful that I brought her to this hospital!' Padma said. I couldn't believe it at all. I lost my sanity. When? Why did I even trust that idiot and tell everything- with his logic, he is also insane.
'Avanti, go out for a while, please. 'I will speak with your caregiver and write medicines for you,' he stated. Something is off with this guy- he is a psychologist, but he is saying that he gives medicines. Padma started shoving me outside. Why????? Why am I even left unheard?
I came out and stood for a while as I saw other patients… Labeling a person with the tag "Insane" is insane. People behave differently. No one is insane. Padma came out with the same tense face as before. She grabbed my hand and ran away. She pushed me into the car, closed it, and started driving home. I didn't get a chance to know why. We reached home.
'That psychologist is asking for your brain for research and he said he'd attack us if I don't agree' Padma said quickly. I am not at all ready for this… I just want to disappear cuz my existence is just stealing oxygen at this point. I am of no use. I don't understand what is so good to research about my brain? I am literal idiot- a useless one!? Because I trusted Vishal on this, without even thinking twice! I am really an idiot.
I came in and Vishal looked at me, 'Where were you after school?' He asked me.
I looked at him in disgust, from top to bottom. And then I sighed. I can no more control my anger right now. 'Vishal, you created a huge mess. Never show your face to me.' I said and ran to my room crying. Even Padma was in shock, when Vishal asked her what happened, she told him to not talk to her. Why do I even live? They're gonna come soon, kill us and take my brain. Even my scar isn't responding! I came out of the room Except Vishal and Bindu, everyone else is running around and packing bags. So, we're leaving.
'Everyone, we're going abroad- Avanti, Vishal and Bindu, Pack your bags!' Padma said and ran into my room.
'Do you have Any idea why Avanti acted like that? Where did Padma take her to?' Vishal asked Bindu.
'You're asking me as if I know something…' She said, but her legs are shaking.
'No, she's your bestie as you always say right? You two share secrets, right?' Vishal shrugged her. Bindu just stood there unable to speak. She opened her mouth, her jaw is trembling- so, she closed it.
'She would tell you something if it is important to her right?' Vishal asked her again.
'Yeah, but we were fighting though,' she said and sat on chair. But still her legs are trembling. Vishal sat beside her.
'Umm… She almost betrayed me. Thank God, Sravanti was gone.' Bindu said. How can Bindu even say that?
'What? She didn't. She just made another friend and called Sravanti a RICH BRAT?' Wait- what?
Bindu didn't say anything, she just looked around and finally she looked down. There was a moment of silence. Vishal looked at her. She looked away. Was she hiding something from him? She looks really suspicious.
'You are hiding something.' Vishal said straight forwardly. She looked at him, avoiding eye contact.
'No- no I don't have anything to hide, it's just,'
'Are you okay?' Vishal asked her. Bindu nodded her enthusiastically while smiling. That smile is too big, creepy and fake. Why Bindu? What happened to you?
'I am not being myself since I am avoiding Avanti. I couldn't bear that she has someone else in her mind.' Bindu said, her voice shaking. Vishal raised an eyebrow. 'I don't wanna talk about it.' Bindu said. That's not what Vishal wants to talk about. She is clearly diverting the convo.
'Really? What about how you insulted Avanti in front of everyone?' Vishal said. Bindu looked angry, but still looked down. Surprisingly, I don't think Vishal told Padma about me? He's literally defending me.
'What the heck do you want? Leave me alone!' Bindu said.
'I think you actually know what happened.' Vishal said.
'Why are you acting as if she is your girlfriend? Ha? That insane girl doesn't even have a proper brain!' Bindu said Vishal stopped. I am shocked. I am insane? Is that what she thinks?
'What are you even saying? She has a brain which is something YOU don't have!' Vishal said. I can't believe this at all.
'No. She is mental. She is speaking about powers and her fantasies a lot. She is crazy! I don't wanna be friends with her, so what?' Bindu said. I couldn't take this anymore.
'Oh, that's why Pranathi told me that you were listening to Avanti talking to me!' Vishal said. Bindu widened her eyes. I trusted her so much, she thinks I am crazy?
'She is actually supposed to tell ME her secrets. But why is she yapping with you?' Bindu shouted, tears dancing in her eyes.
'You are nothing but a toxic friend to her. But still, she wanted to be with you. I feel bad for her.' He spoke. 'If she listens to what you said, she'll be disgusted.' He said, disgusted.
'Oh, do you think she hates me? Nope. She is still clingy to me like a crazy person. I told Padma to take her to mental hospital. I don't know why we're going abroad but I am sure avanti will be controlled.'
'You are talking as if going to mental hospital is a bad thing! Grow up.' Vishal said.
'Oh, if you think it's that good to accept that you're crazy than you go with her.'
'Yeah, I need a therapist since I talked to you. I need someone rewire my memories of you being a friend to me. If you did that your bestie, then I'm not safe either.'
'I will prove right now that she'll still believe me because she is crazy because of that rich brat.' Bindu said.
'Good luck.' Vishal said. 'Go,' he said and pointed to my room. He saw me standing and almost bursting out. I ran o my room and closed the door.
'Okay, bet?' Bindu said and walked towards my room. She opened the door. I am holding a dam of tears inside.
'Avanti,' she changed her tone to a more caring one. I am preparing to roast her.
'What?'
'I am sorry for insulting you in the school. We'll be friends from now on, right?' She spoke. I didn't respond. I hid my face in pillow, crying.
'Are you okay?' She sat beside me. I moved away from her. She smiled.
'Are you angry on me for being a little bit rude? These things happen cuz we're friends' She said, rolling her eyes. 'Just move on. Padma took you there for you. Be grateful that I am still befriending you even if you are mad.' She spoke. She sat beside me and then placed a hand on my shoulder. 'I did nothing wrong. Just stop crying… Okay?' She said, patting my shoulder.
'Will you stop?' I shouted, wiping my tears. 'You made a huge mess. Now people will be coming to kill ALL OF US.' I cried. Bindu dropped her jaw and stood up.
'And what dd you say? Am I mad? Am I crazy? What do you mean by mad? Like, being too mad and obsessed about your bestie's friendship?' I said and sniffed. Bindu's legs were still shaking and she's avoiding my eye contact. 'If that's what you think that my worth is lesser than yours's just because I am so called, MAD? Then I won't be your friend ANYMORE.' I cried.
'I mean, you're still my friend, right?' Bindu said as if she didn't listen to what I said.
'Why be friends with this "mad" girl? I still doubt whether people would even bear YOUR MADNESS.' I spoke. She stood there like a statue, thinking and shivering.
'Please go, before I push you out! Everyone's a person, not a mad one. The thing is, they're just suffering- which I am not. And thanks to you, we'll be dead in a few hours. Go,' I pointed towards the door. She went out, running and hiding her face. I collapsed onto my bed, as my scar started burning again- reason; unknown.