You Kissed My Soul

It’s been fifteen days. Fifteen days until I last saw my parents, my family. I am still in this hospital laying like a dead human on the bed. My hand is still plastered and some bandages of my body has been removed. My body has started to heal but my soul is still in pain.

Some people who were close to my family came to meet me. Some showed condolence while some of them tried to console me when I broke down in front of them. But none stayed for too long. With a facade of sadness and pity they payed me a little visit showering me with flower and Money but no one understood that I didn’t want all this. I just wanted to go back to my family. I hated living alone.

They said that there was some wire problem which caused the house on fire but little did they knew I was present there what happened and the murderer was roaming outside freely.

The police investigators took my statement about what happened and I gave them the information truthfully wanting and hoping for justice but as if the whole world has turned against me the cops are just not doing anything and they said they didn’t get any evidence to prove my statement.

Evidence?

Can’t they see my condition? Is it not enough to prove everything?

I have crying endlessly. It’s just too much for me. I am feeling so helpless and weak. I couldn’t do anything to save them. I am just good for nothing. I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to them heck I couldn’t even attend their funeral.

I am the worst daughter in this world.

Getting up from the bed, I looked outside of the window to see it’s already dark. I got down on my feet and winced when I felt my muscles flexing. Still I got up on my foot and made my way towards the door. I couldn’t stand any longer. Loneliness is killing me.

I walked out of the door and to the elevator. I walked out of the elevator when the door pinged open. It was the ground floor. I saw some people sitting on a bench, some were crying, a girl in the reception who was busy scribbling something on her notepad.

Some people who visited me gave me some money. I was relieved that I kept it in my pant pockets. I walked out of the hospital and luckily no one noticed me. I was yelping in pain whenever I walked quicker. I just wanted to get away.

As soon as I was in the road I looked for a Cab. It was difficult because no driver, pulled up before a girl who was in hospital patient uniform and had a plastered hand and bandages all over the body. Finally a man pulled up before me and I gave him the address where he had to take me.

All the way, I watched out of the window lifelessly thinking this all to be a dream. I snapped out of my thoughts when the Cab came to a halt. I watched out of the window to see I have reached my destination. The familiar place which was no longer had anything to do with me. I was a foreigner now.

I got out of the Cab and played the driver he looked towards my once which was called home, and looked at me sympathetically before driving away with a last glance.

I looked back at my house and tears began to roll down as I realized it was no longer my house. It was now a mess. It looked like a Horror house which we saw in movies. Police Banners were pasted on the door but I couldn’t stop myself. I walked to the door and tried to open. It clicked open and I walked in. Everything was burnt. Nothing was left. Everything was turned into debris and I couldn’t recognize a single thing.

It was the place where my Mom and Dad stood last time I was them. I fell on my knees and screamed.

“Please come back!” I cried and signed.

I don’t know how longer I sat their crying but I just couldn’t control myself. My emotions were just flowing away in tears. The longer I sat the longer I got my answer to the question why was I still alive.

“Ryan” I uttered the name with disgust.

“You have to pay for it” my words were filled with venom and hatred.

“I am coming for you Brother” I spat with hatred.

I wiped away my tears using my sleeves and close my eyes.

“What should I do?” I uttered.

I was so engrossed in my own little world that I couldn’t feel the presence behind me. When I felt it somebody grabbed my arm and held something on my nose from behind. I couldn’t even get the time to register to struggle when I was already knocked down and I found myself loosing my senses.

My eyes fluttered open and I looked around trying to acknowledge where I was. I was somewhere in an unfamiliar place. It was a small room, a size of a bathroom and I was lying on a bench which was attached to the wall. It looked like a cell.

I began to panic and I got up immediately, wasting no time trying to open the door. It was locked from outside. I knocked and banged on the door asking to open the door by no one heard me or it was like no one paid attention to me.

I was now beginning to suffocate. It was really a small room with no Windows. Only a bench and a toilet pan. The light bulb lightened the small room and I began to feel nauseous seeing the pan. It was so dirty.

“Open the door!” I banged again.

“Let me out”

“Please open the door”

“Let me out!”

I screamed and cried.

I uttered to myself as I sat

replied me. Finally,

opened and revealed a tall bulky and muscular black man who was wearing all black and was

am I here?”

the way I tried to get myself free from his grip but I couldn’t. I did notice the other rooms which were similar

taking

any attention and continued

we stopped before a door and I

I tried to yank my hand away but

The room was a modern as well as vintage room. The room consisted of book shelves, and there was no window. But there was glass window and if someone went near it someone could

I shuddered feeling weird.

you are grown up now” I heard a voice and I looked towards my front to find a man who must be in his late 40′s. He had black

are you?”

man beside me and the man left the room without uttering

Williams” he spoke and signaled

sat on the chair

I

here” he spoke nonchalantly. Hearing about

here? But he was a Boxing Instructor” I replied little

wasn’t” he told

but not a Boxing

“Friend?” I asked

his words sunk in I

Agency?” I

smirk and eyes me up and

me and for some minutes I thought as if he

lying. This isn’t possible” I

he told me and I snapped at him “You are lying. My father would never do that. He was a

hissed and I shut my

when he met your mother. Instead he chose to become a trainer who quit killing people” he told me and I listened feeling

working for ten years he suddenly chose to quit the job again” I spoke and I began to rearrange the puzzle pieces thinking

Everything here is confidential and your father knew too much about us. We tried to stop him, change his mind on quitting buy bribing him that we will increase his salary but he was too stubborn

our target and we had information that they were the terrorists. That is when he got

his real parents he chose to kill your family for revenge. Revenge is a very bad thing you know” he

you?” I

was you who ordered him to kill my parents?” I

dare you?” I snapped and got up from my seat running to

collar and slapped him hard using one hand. I shoved him and soon I was

family. How could you? You made me an orphan. You turned my Brother into a monster. You

he commanded and the person who was holding me grabbed me

my choice. It was your brother’s choice after all” he sneered and stood up from his

He was the best but the biggest mistake he made by choosing his family over my agency. He should’ve been loyal” he hissed and shoved my face to

I spat on his

using his handkerchief and smiled wickedly

to be an Assassin and that’s final” he

shouted and he ordered the man to take me

kept on thrashing

thrown back in that room where I woke up last

the door” I banged

a week. I would mark the lights which came into my room. Whenever the bulb lit on, it’s means it is the night time. I have been kept