Chapter 2: The Demons
"Mary had a little lamb
Little lamb, little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was white as snow
Everywhere that Mary went
Mary went, Mary went
Everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go."
The kids are singing it again. It's their favorite rhyme I guess. It has now become a morning routine. And my alarm clock. I can't sleep after hearing those words, those rhymes. They are the daily reminder of who I am now and Why I am.
Quite interesting, how such a lovely kid's rhyme can torment me, haunt me, every day. But they do.
They do it every day, reminding me I am the lamb to Mary. I was fond of Mary like the lamb.
And that reminds me, I should have never followed.
It was a trap to capture me. And they succeeded in it. I was a child and a very good phase to make me forget or to make me remember my nightmare. In my case, I remembered. I remembered the dark mold-stained room with only light from a dust-covered lamp mounted on the far wall. Those demons lurk in the hallway beyond that huge iron door. But there was a bigger demon, who came to greet me and three other kids with an aura, I could never forget.
I don't remember his face but there were his eyes, dark, demonic kind, that looked into your soul, waiting to tear you down. And there was his voice dark, rustic, hoarse, but smooth at the same time. That voice is something I could never forget. The things he said, the haunting rhyme.
" Mama had a little wolf
Little wolf, little wolf
Mama had a little wolf
Its fur was dark as coal
Everywhere that Mama went
The wolf was sure to follow.
He followed her to the forest one day
Which broke the demon's plan
You should not have followed
The demon can never leave you again.
The demon got a little wolf
Little wolf, Little wolf
The demon got a little wolf
Everywhere that wolf goes,
The demon was sure to follow. "
And the demon follows.
They thought it's my luck that I survived. The lucky one. I should be happy now. I would never lose my childhood like others. I will play with the kids of my age. I would demand things like every other kid. I would become normal after a few days. How wrong they are. It's so easy to think and decide for a child when they don't even know what's happening inside that mind, where everything, every pain, every memory gets stuck forever.
I was sent to child psychologists to treat those hauntings. She was a nice old lady who always said that what I saw was just a dream, just an illusion. It's okay to create your own world, a child's imagination is their definition of the world. She said these sweet nothings to me every week, every month I visited her for 10 years. Things I saw, Things I felt, I know they are real but for them, it's just an illusion. They don't believe me. Why should I believe their words?
If they are not willing to understand you then it's better to be fake. I made them believe that yes these are my illusions. They are not real. Illusion is bad, it's not normal. I know. I repeated it daily to make them believe. I know those incidents were real but these people don't. How could I make them believe when there was no evidence left behind to prove it. People say children are gifts of god and yet they don't believe what the child says, and justify it as an imaginary world, no reality of its existence. Just an illusion.
Such hypocrites.
Whatever.
Stopping my trail of thoughts which is going to take me nowhere at the moment, other than making me late for uni. It's not that late. But just to remind you I have a super strict best friend who will definitely kill me. So I have to be an early bird for her.
Ana Taylor.
My best friend, my soulmate, my sister, my mother, my father, my one and only family.
She believes in me, she trusts me, when Paired together we are fire. Consider us as double trouble.
She may look a bit introverted but what no one knows is she is funnier than me.
If she is a secret, I am the key. We are inseparable friends. And honestly, my life would be soulless without her.
My phone rang with a small ring. A message from Ana,
Wakey -wakey Idiot, If you are late today by 1 minute, I am going to push you to a date with a girl.
Now that's a big threat. I can't be late to face it. Knowing Ana, She will definitely do that. I can't go on a date with a girl. It's a no-no territory for me. They are someone with whom I could never get along. Except for Ana, of course
Not that I hate them, but they are the villains of my story.
When the boy you have a crush on looks at a girl like she holds the moon and ignores you or doesn't even know about your existence, then yeah that's a gentle reminder I can never get along with them.
It's time to get ready or else my bff will haunt me forever with her ridiculous plan.
Waking up, I stretched my body with a big yawn. I felt some energy to get ready. I got up from my mediocre dorm bed that creaks a lot, to the washroom. The room is neither big nor small. It accommodates a squeaky single bed, a study table at the far corner just below the one window of my room, and a small closet to hold the few quantities of clothes I have. A grandma woven rug covering the old stained floor. A small kitchen at the right side corner near the entrance door. Collecting clothes, I entered the washroom to freshen up.
Changing into the clothes for uni, I stood before the mirror right in front of my washroom door. I looked at myself. Cute, charming, and bubbling personality looked back at me. Another handsome day for the most charming person.
"Hey Glamorous, let's start the day with a smile to kill for and beauty to kill for."
Yes, that's a pep talk to me, and raising my confidence level two levels up, as Ana says.
I collected my bag and walked out of the door locking it behind. I was staying at the dorm provided by the university situated at a distance of 15 minutes from it. Walking to the front of the block, I felt the fresh morning air. Then my eyes fall upon the gorgeous human right in front of me, running, or jogging. Lean, Muscular, and insanely delightful jawline. My crush, Jayden Green.
A smile appears on my face when he crosses me on the way to the dorm. He doesn't live in my dorm block. He is from high society. Their block is next to us with extra in everything, I mean it when I say everything. He never gave a glance at me. For him, I am invisible. That is equally sad and equally good for me. I don't wish to be a stuttering mesh in front of him. His musky scent of sweat and deo lingering behind him for a few seconds. For me, it's a reward.
This man is the crush of the whole university, including me. But it's not my luck to get his attention, he doesn't sway for the same league. But that doesn't mean I can't appreciate this handsome man. Beauties need to be appreciated.
I looked at my watch, I am running late, I don't like my bff in this case when she turns my day into a nightmare.
By the way, I am Ayaan Cruz, 20 years old. Majoring in Finance with my bff. I love being cute and sassy, that's my charm. And I am a proud fabulous gay.
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