"If I got rid of my demon, I'd lose my angel"
Ayra's Point Of View :
When I was a kid, like everyone else's mother, my mom used to read me bedtime stories. There was this story which was my favourite. A story of a Devil and an Angel. She always used to tell me this beautiful story of an evil devil and an innocent angel.
I still remember what my mother had told me, when I had expressed my wish to get a handsome devil. She had told me how, "when something catches a devil's eyes all hell breaks. As he gets what he wants. and How horrifying it is when a devil falls in love. How he chases his angel till the end of the world, to the depth of hell to get her by his side."
That's what is happening to me. I wish I had never made that wish. God must be crazy or in a funny mood to fulfil my silly wish in such a way.
I thought to myself as holding a bleeding forehead with my one hand, as I ran through the old narrow wooden staircase of the old library of our college with wobbly legs taking hasty steps, stumbling over my step while breathing heavily, well thanks to my asthma.
Here I am trying to run away from this Devil and my Asthma had to kick in at this moment only. How wonderful? Right? Can life be any more hard? Is life in a joking mood? Funny destiny for making me stumble across this crazy guy. I must have done tons of sins in my past life to see this day. Like, is fate kidding with me. Man, life sucks. Luck sucks and everything sucks.
Cursing my fate in my throbbing head, I turned my head back a little bit which caused me to hiss in pain, thanks to the wound on my head. Avoiding the hammering in my hair, with my blurry panic filled eyed, I gazed back with an intention of taking a quick look behind me, to see if that devil is still following me, only to gasp as I found that handsome, sorry sorry not handsome but the very very handsome and hot devil walking on my heels, oops sorry I didn't wore heels today, so let's say walking on my pretty worn out white sneakers, following me closely behind with his very long and sexy legs with an ease. Sheesh, please concentrate, Ali. It's not time to check out that devil but escape, if you want to live the rest of your life peacefully.
Squinting my eyes a little, I stared at his face to find that evil smirk plastered on his devilishly handsome charming yet evil face, which made me frown deeply and panic filled my heart even more, making my adrenaline rush. I quickly turned my head around knowing I would either fall from the stairs or have a mini heart attack, if I continued to look at the devil chasing after me. The same devil whom I didn't even know existed a few days back.
My legs were feeling like jello and I couldn't think straight. My all senses were blocked by fear and I just couldn't hear anything properly but I am sure I did hear a raspy voice warning me...
"I said stop in your tracks right now, one more step and you will regret it"
He threatened, which made my heart do a total flip flop. A frightened me held the wooden railing of this old wooden stairs for support, knowing very well that I would collapse on the floor if not for its help.
I tried to fasten my pace hearing the threatening voice of that devil getting close only for my leg to get tripped and before I realised it I felt myself rolling down from the wooden staircase and as I hit the last step my vision started getting blurry, black dots appeared in front of my eyes.
Over my ragged breathing, I could still slightly hear his panic filled velvety husky voice calling me. My chest felt tightened and I felt myself slipping in the darkness. A blurry image of that handsome face filled with worry, wait! Worry? I think I am hallucinating.
Thinking this I chuckled weakly. As that handsome face stared at me, with moving lips, may be shouting at me or calling my name over and over again, to get me back to consciousness, I just laid their motionless, putting absolutely no attempt to fight back the drowsiness with an intention to get back on my feet and continue to run, I just laid their not having the strength to get up and accepting the fate, I slowly let my heavy eyes drop, welcoming this comforting darkness to engulf me, taking me away from all this stress, worry.
In a peaceful blank slumber knowing very well that it's just temporary but wishing to never wake up to face this cruel world and reality.
At this point, I really want to escape this self pitting and sorry excuse of life of mine.
As I closed my eyes, before losing my full consciousness as I was losing my all senses, I felt two strong well built muscular arms lifting my body like it weighed nothing and carrying me.
It's really hilarious, how just in a few days my whole life turned upside down. How my boring yet once peaceful life took a full 180° turn with the arrival of that devil and went on an adventurous rolled coster. How that monster brought a storm in my picture perfect life as he stepped foot in my world. Only if I hadn't met him that day. Only if I can turn everything back to how it was before his arrival. Only if I could have been able to go back in time and avoid that encounter with him then all of this wouldn't have happened to me. I wish I could do that. I wish I could change this ill fate of mine.
With that thought in my mind I felt completely losing myself in the arms of that Devil as I lost the last string of consciousness I had.
TO BE CONTINUED..
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HERE THE CHAPTER ENDS....