By Tahaa MithiborwalaThe obsidian canopy dotted with a flock of auroral light was transformed into an orange d streaked one as the behemothic orb of light rose and spread its warm and fulgent rays in all direction. The atramentous sky had been vanquished and replaced by a serene blue firmament hosting of a myriad of flocculent clouds of innumerable shapes and sizes moving torpidly. The vociferous shrieking and constant droning of my alarm pulled me out of my deep slumber as I drowsily dressed myself and whipped up a small plate with two eggs and a slice of toast as my means of sustenance.
I duly noted his parent’s absence, a convention that I had become all too familiar with the matters of urgency associate with the business they were in. I carried out several household chores before clasping my phone and walking out of the front door making sure everything was safe and secure.
I duly noted his parent’s absence, a convention that I had become all too familiar with the matters of urgency associate with the business they were in. I carried out several household chores before clasping my phone and walking out of the front door making sure everything was safe and secure.
My grades had dipped recently and my perfect record was blemished as a result of the several bad influences I had acquired through the acquaintances through middle school. I simply saw life as a monotonous cycle of studying in school, coming home and going to bed but all of that was about to change…….
As I returned home, my eyes fell upon his door hanging ajar. Vexation started building up inside me as innumerable thoughts about the grave situation I was in ran through my mind at the speed of light. As I walked in, I was distraught to see the house in complete disarray as every nook and cranny had been ransacked in order to find something. I saw the marvellous ebony table in our dining room flipped upside down and adorned with scratches and cuts all over. I saw the glass panel in the kitchen lying broken into a million pieces resembling a gleaming mosaic of destruction. My beloved mother’s precious vase was found shattered on the floor. All of this scenery sent affrighting thoughts racing through my mind. I felt like a rudderless ship stranded on the abject waves of time. My heart was full of remorse as I saw several treasured family heirlooms viciously destroyed . Febrile tears scalded my cheeks and perspiration trickled down my back like warm soup as my whole body flared with agonizing pain- clouding my judgement greatly. My constant bellowing fell on deaf ears as not a single noise permeated the silence that this void of sorrow had created.
After a while, I regained my composure and competently began scanning my house for the wretched intruder. After searching the top floor, I began treading down the stairs. As the wooden steps creaked incessantly, I felt like I was being submerged deeper and deeper into a pit of nausea and dread. Through a gap , I caught a glimpse of two individuals tied to a chair while a man shrouded by black ski mask held a gun to their head, Alerted by the creaking, the man walked up the stairs. He towered over me as his intimidating frame made me tremble with fear. On seeing him, I darted up the stairs and ran straight to the kitchen to better equip myself. Now clasping a knife , I anxiously awaited the man but a wave of confusion fell over me as I felt my legs give out and me crashing down onto the floor. I regained consciousness to myself bound to a chair with the ropes biting into my wrists as a pool of crimson blood had formed on the ground.
A split second later, I felt the frigid touch of cold metal press against my head. Having understood what it was, I accepted my fate and closed my eyes. In my last moments, all I wanted to remember was my parents. As I heard a bulled being fired, I was astounded as I did not feel a single shred of pain . On opening my eyes, I find the man lying on the floor with crimson blood jutting out of his body like it was coming through a tap. The last thing I saw before I woke up in the hospital was my mother caressing me.
More than a year later, the memory is still etched in my mind as it strikes me ruthlessly in my deep slumber every day. There are some days where sleep eludes me and I spend the night staring into the white ceiling of my room.
As I returned home, my eyes fell upon his door hanging ajar. Vexation started building up inside me as innumerable thoughts about the grave situation I was in ran through my mind at the speed of light. As I walked in, I was distraught to see the house in complete disarray as every nook and cranny had been ransacked in order to find something. I saw the marvellous ebony table in our dining room flipped upside down and adorned with scratches and cuts all over. I saw the glass panel in the kitchen lying broken into a million pieces resembling a gleaming mosaic of destruction. My beloved mother’s precious vase was found shattered on the floor. All of this scenery sent affrighting thoughts racing through my mind. I felt like a rudderless ship stranded on the abject waves of time. My heart was full of remorse as I saw several treasured family heirlooms viciously destroyed . Febrile tears scalded my cheeks and perspiration trickled down my back like warm soup as my whole body flared with agonizing pain- clouding my judgement greatly. My constant bellowing fell on deaf ears as not a single noise permeated the silence that this void of sorrow had created.
After a while, I regained my composure and competently began scanning my house for the wretched intruder. After searching the top floor, I began treading down the stairs. As the wooden steps creaked incessantly, I felt like I was being submerged deeper and deeper into a pit of nausea and dread. Through a gap , I caught a glimpse of two individuals tied to a chair while a man shrouded by black ski mask held a gun to their head, Alerted by the creaking, the man walked up the stairs. He towered over me as his intimidating frame made me tremble with fear. On seeing him, I darted up the stairs and ran straight to the kitchen to better equip myself. Now clasping a knife , I anxiously awaited the man but a wave of confusion fell over me as I felt my legs give out and me crashing down onto the floor. I regained consciousness to myself bound to a chair with the ropes biting into my wrists as a pool of crimson blood had formed on the ground.
A split second later, I felt the frigid touch of cold metal press against my head. Having understood what it was, I accepted my fate and closed my eyes. In my last moments, all I wanted to remember was my parents. As I heard a bulled being fired, I was astounded as I did not feel a single shred of pain . On opening my eyes, I find the man lying on the floor with crimson blood jutting out of his body like it was coming through a tap. The last thing I saw before I woke up in the hospital was my mother caressing me.
More than a year later, the memory is still etched in my mind as it strikes me ruthlessly in my deep slumber every day. There are some days where sleep eludes me and I spend the night staring into the white ceiling of my room.