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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Friends / Friendship
- Published: 06/16/2020
EVERYTHING'S FINE BUT THEN WHY NOT ME?
Born 2004, F, from Karachi, PakistanThe next morning I talked to the management, cleared them up about what had happened and they agreed to enroll Harrison again only if he consults a psychiatrist and tries to improve himself, I was quite pleased by myself. But I had this feeling that these attacks weren’t just random violent attacks which he got, instead it was Dementia.
Harrison was normal again and the other students started getting easy and comfortable with him. But what tensed me the most was Amelia’s growing interest in him. Whenever he used to come to our group she used to stand suddenly, eyes widened, mouth hanging open. And as soon as he left she got shaky and clutched our hands saving herself from passing out because of excitement, we could feel her really sweaty palms. That was alright with me, she and her feelings were one of the reasons I kept myself in limits and didn’t grew close to him. On the other side there was one more thing that kept on perturbing me and I wasn’t able to share it with anyone up till now.
During the winter vacations a week before tenth of January- yeah exactly a week before “this date”, it had snowed an hour before and I sat on the rattan swing hanging chair in my lounge next to the fire place rubbing my hands for warmth and enjoying LVLY’s new album, when the phone buzzed and the song paused. I removed my headset and picked up Harrison’s call.
“Hey there! Hazel, how are you doing nowadays?” his warm silky voice made my heart miss a beat.
“I um, Imma fine! How are you?” I felt myself floating up, stammered while being lost but quickly recovered.
“ ’M good, but I was badly missing you, thought to call you” he was missing me, my face reddened, I warmed up.
I tapped my head and reminded myself to stay in limits. Couldn’t do much, my mind started playing those words again and again in my ears.
“Harrison, I actually gotta do some work in kitchen, do you mind if I go, I’ll call you later…” I made an excuse to get away. But hey! I was nervous and the other thing that was perturbing me had again dropped into my mind.
“Alright, umm okay, you get your work done. Bye!”
He said hurriedly and cut the phone. I threw my head back and sighed. I liked him. I knew it. But then I ignored him. I didn’t exactly know why? Perhaps because of Amelia. Perhaps because of his attacks. Maybe because of his past. Maybe because of myself.
“Huh, the world’s really a mess outta there” I murmured to myself watching the ceiling.
Then quickly got up and ran out to enjoy the scene. It had again started to snow…
*********
The next two days I kept thinking about him and his attack, me being victimized, the redness on my neck and my likeness for him.
And then my mind suddenly jumped to the thought that was disturbing me from that day in hospital.
“If he had an attack at that time why did he chose to pick me as the victim, or maybe he didn’t really know that it was me, maybe because he wasn’t conscious at the time?” my mind raced, my head throbbed with pain.
“Oh its such a big bluff” I said to myself solemnly and opened my hair to brush.
My mum came into the room. She had a concerned look on her face. I sensed it and tried to act casual.
“Hey mum! Vas up?” I played a forceful smile
“Hazel, you can’t hide anything from us. Your dad and I know that something isn’t just right. And you are telling me that now!” she said as she put the tray of strawberry smoothie and fig jam slices on the foot board of my bed.
“Umm mum!? Everything’s alright, I don’t understand why do you feel like something’s wrong. I’m all set! Happy see!” I stood up and turned around with an ear to ear smile.
“You sure Hon’?” she still wasn’t satisfied
I threw my arms round her neck, kissing both of her cheeks one by one. “I am first class, mum!”
She smiled half-heartedly and left the room.
I drank the smoothie in one go…
EVERYTHING'S FINE BUT THEN WHY NOT ME?(Hafsa bint-e-rashid)
The next morning I talked to the management, cleared them up about what had happened and they agreed to enroll Harrison again only if he consults a psychiatrist and tries to improve himself, I was quite pleased by myself. But I had this feeling that these attacks weren’t just random violent attacks which he got, instead it was Dementia.
Harrison was normal again and the other students started getting easy and comfortable with him. But what tensed me the most was Amelia’s growing interest in him. Whenever he used to come to our group she used to stand suddenly, eyes widened, mouth hanging open. And as soon as he left she got shaky and clutched our hands saving herself from passing out because of excitement, we could feel her really sweaty palms. That was alright with me, she and her feelings were one of the reasons I kept myself in limits and didn’t grew close to him. On the other side there was one more thing that kept on perturbing me and I wasn’t able to share it with anyone up till now.
During the winter vacations a week before tenth of January- yeah exactly a week before “this date”, it had snowed an hour before and I sat on the rattan swing hanging chair in my lounge next to the fire place rubbing my hands for warmth and enjoying LVLY’s new album, when the phone buzzed and the song paused. I removed my headset and picked up Harrison’s call.
“Hey there! Hazel, how are you doing nowadays?” his warm silky voice made my heart miss a beat.
“I um, Imma fine! How are you?” I felt myself floating up, stammered while being lost but quickly recovered.
“ ’M good, but I was badly missing you, thought to call you” he was missing me, my face reddened, I warmed up.
I tapped my head and reminded myself to stay in limits. Couldn’t do much, my mind started playing those words again and again in my ears.
“Harrison, I actually gotta do some work in kitchen, do you mind if I go, I’ll call you later…” I made an excuse to get away. But hey! I was nervous and the other thing that was perturbing me had again dropped into my mind.
“Alright, umm okay, you get your work done. Bye!”
He said hurriedly and cut the phone. I threw my head back and sighed. I liked him. I knew it. But then I ignored him. I didn’t exactly know why? Perhaps because of Amelia. Perhaps because of his attacks. Maybe because of his past. Maybe because of myself.
“Huh, the world’s really a mess outta there” I murmured to myself watching the ceiling.
Then quickly got up and ran out to enjoy the scene. It had again started to snow…
*********
The next two days I kept thinking about him and his attack, me being victimized, the redness on my neck and my likeness for him.
And then my mind suddenly jumped to the thought that was disturbing me from that day in hospital.
“If he had an attack at that time why did he chose to pick me as the victim, or maybe he didn’t really know that it was me, maybe because he wasn’t conscious at the time?” my mind raced, my head throbbed with pain.
“Oh its such a big bluff” I said to myself solemnly and opened my hair to brush.
My mum came into the room. She had a concerned look on her face. I sensed it and tried to act casual.
“Hey mum! Vas up?” I played a forceful smile
“Hazel, you can’t hide anything from us. Your dad and I know that something isn’t just right. And you are telling me that now!” she said as she put the tray of strawberry smoothie and fig jam slices on the foot board of my bed.
“Umm mum!? Everything’s alright, I don’t understand why do you feel like something’s wrong. I’m all set! Happy see!” I stood up and turned around with an ear to ear smile.
“You sure Hon’?” she still wasn’t satisfied
I threw my arms round her neck, kissing both of her cheeks one by one. “I am first class, mum!”
She smiled half-heartedly and left the room.
I drank the smoothie in one go…
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Pratik
06/16/2020I don't understand how you describe everything so nicely, especially, emotions.
Example:
"Whenever he used to come to our group she used to stand suddenly, eyes widened, mouth hanging open. And as soon as he left she got shaky and clutched our hands saving herself from passing out because of excitement, we could feel her really sweaty palms."
This perfectly describes her excitement and nervousness. I am really bad at these things. When I describe how the character feels I directly write it like "She was nervous" or "She started feeling comfortable". I've noticed that instead of telling the feelings you show them through the actions of the character. I have learnt a lot from you.
By the way, when I started reading the story I thought "Now I'll come to know the conclusion." And then it ends, leaving me in suspense. How many parts are remaining now? I really want to know the END.
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Hafsa bint-e-rashid
06/17/2020Thank you so much, Kanishka
Your words are a real encouragement :-)
And they truly mean a lot...
also thanks for reading my stories...
;-)
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Kanishka Roy
06/17/2020I really like your stories Hafsa.
Sorry to drop in this convo. just wanted to say that seeing you two learning from each other is heart warming. And even though you guys are young you surely must understand the significance of this bond.
Divided by hate, United by love of writing.
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