The Untold Misery Of A School Boy-Part Five

WARNING:The contents and images of this story may cause some pain and fear to some readers.Therefore I request all those who are under treatment for psychosomatic disorders and cardiac problems not to read this story.Anyone going ahead are doing so at their own risk.

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      Strange - is it not? - that of the myriads,

      Who Before us passed the door of Darkness
       Through, 

       Not one returns to tell us of the road 

       Which to discover we must travel too.

                                            -Omar Khayyam

After waking up from the deep sleep and gaining some consciousness, Rahul then was in complete sitting position with his hands rested on the table..

He tried to figure out where he was but found only pitch black darkness all around..

He tried to see through the darkness.But nothing was visible..

 For a moment he thought that the power supply was off..

 Yawning very lazily he called his mother..

“M..o…mmmm..”

He did not get any response..

So he called again..

This time by increasing the volume of his tone..

“Mooooooommmmmmmmmmmmm..”

Still no use..

While calling so he was regaining full consciousness and was slowly getting back his senses into full action..

He then turned his head around in one eighty degrees..

Could see nothing..

Waited and then again..

He called his mother.... 

Moooooooooooommmmmmmmmmm…”

And this time he found the difference..

In the closed room he was listening to his own voice in a digital effect..

Confused and finding it very odd he looked around with still half opened eyes.. 

And again found more and more blinding and a terribly frightening darkness all around with not even a ray of light from anywhere..

He started feeling very uncomfortable with so much of darkness around and in particular with the closed room tone which was more irritating.

Not only that,after sleeping for such a long time his lips have gone dry and he was feeling thirsty..

He was very badly in need of some water to drink...

Now slowly turning to his left..

And..

With the hope of waking up his mother for water, he very casually moved his left hand in the air...

His intention was to touch and wake his mother up who normally sleeps to his left side on the double bed while his father sleeps to his right..

And when he moved his hand it involuntarily came into contact with the wooden table lying in front of him..

He felt the touch a bit hard..

In the darkness he could not understand what those hard objects were and why did they come into his bed room..

Spreading his hand on the table like a blind man he tried to find out what that hard object was..

After running his hand over it he realized what it was...

And told himself..

“It is like the writing table in my class room”

He paused for a second..

Then the doubt…

“But,why..is..it..in our…bed ro..o…oo..oo..…..”

He thought and paused,

Paused and thought,

Thought,thought…

t..h…o..u..g..h..t..

????????????????????

No need to complete the question..

No need to figure out..

Then..

And..

T…..h…..e………n..

“THONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG………..”

A huge bomb large enough to blow away the whole universe, exploded in his mind..

That’s all..

He just jumped off the sitting position and looked around to identify the place..

One after the other…

In a quick reel..

He could recollect all the incidents that took place since morning that day..

His father dropping him at the school, the lunch break, lunch with his friends, the curd rice, the French fries and finally his sleeping in the last table..

G…………Oooooooooo..SSSSSSSS.HHHHHHHHHhhh…..

"How could I sleep for such a long time...."
"Why did those rascals Peter,Sam and Mihir not wake me up.."
"How could the teacher not notice me.."

“But..where is the watchman..why did my father not come to pick me up????”

“Do I have to stay here the whole night till the school opens tomorrow?”

"Oh no no no.."

All these thoughts that were whirling in his young mind came to a sudden halt as one thought bomb…

Bigger than all the explosives in the world..

Had blown his mind into pieces by knocking him off,shaking him off.and shattering him off there by throwing his mind into a complete disarray  of psychological imbalance..

“..The school will remain closed from tomorrow..”

Rahul may not be an Albert Einstein but is intelligent enough to figure out what must have happened while he was sleeping..

And what finally led to his loneliness in the darkness..
Hoooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh..
He stopped breathing for a moment......

Then..………..

Exactly

Then..………..

A sort of a fearfully fear packed fear rushed into his mind..

A gripping, mind wrenching fear that can blow away any brave man,

A dangerously most dangerous fear that should not enter in to anybody’s mind in their life time..

A fear from whose captivity no human being could ever escape..

And exactly that fear…

That fear..

Entered his mind..

My dear readers, Death is less dangerous and more pleasurable than the mind that is filled with that sort of a gripping fear..

That fear from within his own self took Rahul’s tiny and tender mind into complete control..

With his eyes literally popping out of his face, he looked around like a hapless Dove surrounded by a number of ruthless hunters..

Making things worse..

He started feeling a sort of heaviness in his chest.. 

There is a terrible feeling of anxiety filled with tremors right in the middle of his stomach which was making him unsteady..

It was a sort of an unbearable trauma too much even for the matured elders…

And it is needless to say what sort of a devastating impact it will have on the tiny economy of Rahul..

He looked fearfully at the fear he has to combat..

Looked tearfully at his fate pleading for mercy...
And looked requesting at the darkness with helplessness..

Unfortunately..

He could only find more and more blinding and a terribly frightening darkness all around...

Again with that deafening dark silence mixed with the more irritating room tone..
He was going breathless..

There is no light whatsoever from any corner..

Except…

A little light that was coming from the sparkling marble like eye balls of a dark thick haired black cat that was observing Rahul and his plight from a little distance from the window..

The dark cat was surprised to see someone sitting in darkness in the class room at that hour of night..

With its eyes filled with curiosity it was silently observing Rahul for a long time..

Fortunately Rahul did not observe the dark cat that was like a symbolic glorification of darkness and fury..

He was just sitting and looking deep into the terrorizing darkness spread before his field of vision..

Suddenly his whole body started to shiver with chills..

Continued in The Untold Misery Of A school Boy-Part Six