My heart has suffered losses uncountable and my eyes have seen deaths horrific than that of Carrie's. Maybe, that's an exaggeration of what I think has perspired throughout these years but the scene infront of my eyes, made me want to hide behind the pillar and cry. We returned to Manhattan in the night, and currently stood at John's home facing his family who looked at me with questions swirling in their teary orbs. "I am sorry for your loss," in a faint voice, I started, bowing my head infront of his wife, paying my respect as well as support at this grieving hour. "What did he do to deserve this departure?" Mrs. Cavelli, who was a tall, lean yet firm women, asked in a shaking whisper. We've been standing at her apartment door for about half and hour, and she and her girls are staring at John's body unmoving. Tears cascaded from their eyes, and I don't know how else to describe this other than: forlorn figures aiming to mourn yet couldn't for they seek the truth of the staggering n
Funerals were a thing of past; it has been relatively a long time since I attended one or even thought about what to say on such a traditional ceremony. As I put on the suit, and began to knot my tie, I remembered Mrs. Cavelli asked me to speak a few words in honour of John while we were leaving her apartment last night. I was startled with her request because who in their right minds would want the cause of their misery to be the man who bids farewell to her beloved husband? A tribute! Oh, fuck me, Lord! But again, she's a Cavelli, being with John might have had tremendous impact on her. I could say this with confirmation for he's changed me inside and out or that's how I see the reality of my situation. There's a sign of guilt seeping upwards from my gut to my heart and kidnapping me for a vicious setback. All things aside, today isn't about me but the Cavelli family yet I can't push aside this gnawing pain of having a part in ending the story of my friendly therapist. I wished for h
'Being betrayed can be the greatest curse and yet a blessing served on an island of free stay.' A musing embraced me as I gauged Serena's expression keenly then I have ever examined her. She looked at me with her brows furrowing and compressing. This activity of hers continued for more than thirty seconds and I felt like her child whom she caught of stealing a candy. In the history of our lives, Serena and I have shared obscene and quirky moments even embarassing and edgy. Today, it was close to a deadly sentence for she came across that one side of mine, I wouldn't have given her access to in this lifetime we called ours to celebrate and love. You're unusually not in a mood to converse, are you?" I queried breaking the heaviness in between us which might be expanding greater than my expectation. She inhaled and exhaled probably comprehending the situation ahead in her head or composing her feelings for me in her heart before painting me as an assassin. "I am afraid the conversation
The ride to the graveyard was sweaty and tense; my hold on the steering wheel tightened as I accelerated on dripping streets of New York. The city caught under the thunderbolt, the crowd strode in colorful raincoats, some walking under the umbrella, and others taking shade wherever they could yet their faces confounded with varied emotions. The ones I might know but not experience in the current scenarios; or the peace, which never reaches my eyes even if that's the only thing I want most. I side glanced at Serena who was busy tapping on her cellphone. I peeped a glance and spotted her chatting on the group of restaurant. "Are you discussing about the wedding feast to be held after two days? I have suggestions to make," I pitched in an authoritative and affirmative manner. Serena swivelled her head to my side, eyed me with apprehension before she got back to her activity. I didn't probed her further but she herself established, "Your area of expertise is more of finance and less of
The sadness has convoluted the barn and I was left alone breathing in the hole. It's the perpetrators trick to exact her impending revenge on me, driving me to the edge of madness where I, would break the code of swallowing my psychological temperament and give into the temptations. A murderous craving to pour the blood of the remnant of my past. It didn't seem the past for it stood in its glory to wrench me out of my body and throw me in the cave of darkness to relive a life without love, without my child and without that soothing touch of romance.
Patience wasn't my strong forte as far as I have analyzed myself in therapy sessions. With my troubling relationship and life, I learnt to practice tiny bit of it with the help of Serena who had been my rock, and the only time an enormous amount of rage has consumed me was when I felt that I have lost everything for worse. Right now, gazing at Mrs. Cavelli's accusatory face, I am succumbing into the cycle of venomous detestation for the lady who I admired until last night. It took one report for her to flip sides and to place me under a legal scanner of attempt to murder. How life swings in a few hours is really a story to write and read; for now, I opted to pay attention to the funeral ceremony. The Graveyard has gone abruptly silent after my outburst. Those white hairy men and women looked at me with their mouths agape, Serena and Nathan stood there speechless to even show a reaction. Putting an end to the discussion or my public assassination, Mrs. Cavelli asked the priest to start
Nothing was normal since the deathtrap captured me and I found myself in this hollow end of a friendship that's gone with the person I appreciated. Standing at the cemetery all by myself, soaking wet under the pattering rain I peered at the gravestone enslaving John for a lifetime. "What do I do mate? Who do I turn to for helping me out of this?" Crouching on the ground, I caressed the stone, allowing myself to feel the pain of losing a loved one. It were the early wee hours in the morning and unable to sleep, I have sneaked out of the apartment and accidentally, found myself driving to see John. I have to question Mrs. Cavelli's choice of this Dominoes cemetery that's open and unsecured.But again, who'd steal a common man's dead body unless they're a prick or a paedophile turned thief with no moral conscience and a thirst, so grappling and appalling to sell the human skeleton covered with insects and cobweb? Hardwork must come a long way. I chuckled at my own imaginary even in this
Poking the flash at his face, the man confirmed my guess, revealing his dusky face, and a godly smirk of victory lurked at the side of his mouth. He appeared to have cracked the passcode of an Egyptian kingdom and now was marching ahead to claim the throne! Hooting and howling inwardly, calm or silent on the exterior. "Logan," I murmured, genuinely not feigning surprise to bump into a cop in this thunderous weather. "It's Detective Logan for you," he corrected. "So, what are you doing here at this time? I think you said your goodbyes earlier? Didn't you?" His tone sharp and accusatory, hit me in my ears more than the lightining which struck right at the popping minute. I felt a shudder and the droplet cascading down my spine; the dewy droplet got lost in my waist but the chills followed down, getting locked in my knees and they wobbled. I have never been certain about my situation before as I have been then when Logan's eyes lit up in fascination watching me maintain my balance on
Carolina's POV (From Hell) Closure! 'What are these earthly creatures talking about?' I mused, eyeing the devils lingering around the foggy atmosphere. The realm has been freezing lately and it's impossible to step out to take a look. I sat in my chambers, staring at the mirror displaying the happy faces from Derena's wedding. It stunned me to know that the residents up in the fire have been keeping tabs on the two pathetic lovers and have given them a combined name. They have divulged from having a secretive live-in relationship to an official wedding taking the vows of sickness and health. It disgusted me to discover the insomniac's sleep cycle tattered. I ablaze the flames from beneath. They scattered in flickering venomous fireflies before they went off and the realm got covered in a silence as murky as the daunting night of our souls lurking over one another. This humbug of promises are making me itchy and edgy. 'What do they have that I don't? How did this life became so fair f
Carolina's POV (From Hell) There are no timelines in Hell for I'm the unlimited invincible force to reckon and beckon. Satan is in authority but in his absence I take the charge to pour sense into the little devil's roaming around with a vibration of an independent soul. I hate it and so does, the lord of hell. Hell is about codependency on each other; empowerment is destructive coping mechanism around here. We don't preach or teach; we probe and lead to a highly classified mission of ruining the lives of those who caused us to descend at the lower level. The pitch dark web is our prison to initiate the activities of explosive thoughts and nightmarish emotions into the earthly humans we detest. I rarely see the reflection of my charred face in the mirror; it's spooky and ruthless. At times, I crawl and crib to the magical flying beasts in the chambers, storing endless wrath. They're not long or amusing; they're power boosters rising from the fire like volcanic eruption. Sometimes,
Carolina's POV (From Hell) Withered cage. Hollow air. Silicon powers clouding the invisible realm, obscured somewhere where the human souls would come along as the hostility takes over. Monsters are cooked here; monsters are banished here and monsters seek monsters. What I think is not what I see for my vision is either protruded or the arising monstrosity within me has shielded the cone of volatile fire captivating my chambers. Satan's punishing me for defying him. I was instructed to let go off the war and interaction with the human world but I can't let my fatal enemy Daniel Price get a happily after with my newly found sister, Serena. Mommy dearest hid from me the treachery of her existence. How could I ever let it go? I was only her baby girl; she knew I loved to fight over Daniel; how could I have lived to see him sway away from the path of comeuppance? Streaks of fire tinge me on my stone walled body. It carries the weight of my deadpanned soul awaiting a release in the
Carolina's POV (From Hell) Peace. 'What is it? Why is it and who brings it?' I sorted to find out in my larger than egoistic life on earth. Mother had said, "there's no peace in the human family. It's hell."Hell. Black inky island. Faraway from human contact, food, water or emotions. The place I am scattered and trapped; a home of my darkened, defeated and dead soul. It wasn't the place for life. It became my after life when my soul left the planet in the accident I caused in my obsession for Daniel. I rested in one of the chambers of the aflamed open terrace of a roundabout endless fire, situated beneath the plateau…little demons with tails crawled up from the ropes held out through the gate of hell. The big guy with those giant white scary eyes, let me in after I wandered into the abyss for days. 'All hail Satan!' No fights. No fun. No feeling and no one to hate except for the memory of my trickling death. What an award winning scene and plan it was to mop out the entire Pr
Eight years LaterSleep! My eternal love. My lifetime friend. The only thing now I can do without fail. How peaceful it is to sleep like a log of wood and snore my way in the office at bizzare days and meeting hours. I have recognized this feeling as heart blazing. I never knew I would brim with gratification after attaining the peaceful slumber, straight for eight hours. But now that I have actually gotten into the habit of drowning in the heavenly world for eight years I concur nothing can be more blissful than sleeping in between a day exhausting me or after work. As I squirmed to find a comfortable position on the couch, whispers resembling the wind whooshing, kissed my either side. I tried to shun them away but when I didn't budge, an ear bleeding shriek traveled in my ears. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh," tumbling down the couch, I stared at the two reincarnation of Satan's, who faced me with hands on their hips and glint mischievous smiles circulating in their eyes. They scanned my face
"What the fuck!" The intensity of our curse matched. We gawked at the other, and reluctantly brought an inch or two distance between our bodies. Confronting the man behind us, I recognized the intruder as the inspector who arrested us on that frick of a night. He flashed his badge and glared. Serena scooted closer to me, eyeing me from her peripheral vision in embarrassment. "The universe does love you, Darling. It's conspiring to fulfill your outrageous wish. How do you think I should proceed now?" I taunted in her ear. "You two again!" The inspector exclaimed. "That too on your wedding day?" It was more of a reprimanding query than a statement for he pointed at us in disbelief and shook his head. His military eyes switched off my manliness and my confidence to explain the compromising circumstance tunneled down. I dare not open my silky mouth to squash some chocolaty words to this machoman who can outwit me in strength corporeally. So silky chocolate. Suits my personality. '
Our reception controversy was unavoidable. Guess, I am willing to shake hands even with the reporters to curb down the juiciest details of the encounter with the prisoner and reposition the focus on the cake which got everyone to piss in their hearts. They smiled devilishly at me, driving a wedge of discomfort in my demeanor. Perambulating upto the team leader of the Zee Cafe, I pitched, "Hey Rita, mind having a private word?" "The great Daniel Price is giving us his precious minute of the hour. It's my lucky day, indeed." She clapped her hands in joy. "How can I help the dapper groom?" She flirted, moving in my space but far enough to not cross a line. "Stick to the report on the cake, decor, and Serena's skills. Avoid the orange buzz, will you?" Straight to the point, I ordered in an authoritative way. "I got the bite from your side for the first freaking time and you're robbing me of that chance to publish it to my readers who are crazy about this place and owner." "I will giv
A miraculous waterfall emerged from the guests attending the ceremony. Sallowed than the boiled egg-yolk, Serena weeped her lungs out, dismaying me for I'd expected her to glow bronze. "You're not gonna puke, are you?" I asked, checking her temperature. "It's too much emotion for me for one day and everyday with you is a challenge," she bit her lip, apologetic to feel the way she did."Amm…you wanna go ahead, right?" "Yeah…damn yeah. Fuck yeah…I am crazy for you. Thank you," she whispered, flicking her hands infront of her face. She was flustered with compassion and gratitude. Tonight, on the bed I can finally show her my entire being and the certainty of her loving it, crowded my rock sized brain. Since I literally left my official wife in making speechless, she demanded the pastor to allow her to present her commitment from the book of vows. The intent counted and she sealed the promise in her sincere and affectionate voice. No sooner we exchanged the rings, and said our "I do'
Bringing the topic of wedding two months back wasn't an appropriate choice. A bed of hassles awaited resolution such as sorting out the differences with Mrs. Cavelli; bidding final farewell to Mrs. Rodriguez and exiting the loop of insomnia and its effects on my mental body. All that went for a toss when Serena agreed to marry me and the next day itself, I placed the ring on her, taking the stage for five minutes during the grand reception and closing out the deal for life. The reception couple and their audience were ecstatic and gleaming with passion after receiving our finest hospitality and once again, the Price Inns became the manor of hot discussion on the tabloids and news channels. The bride's blogger friends were more than forthcoming to leave the five star reviews on the website; spread the buzz wherever they could and they booked us in advance for their upcoming respective weddings. Overnight, I became a sensational figure of Times Square from a depressed lonely man who wall