Love them before they're gone

Some random thoughts...

"BAM!"

The slience...

"Where are you?" I hear my voice calling out to somebody.

There comes a mournful sigh from the depths of the darkness than engulfed me at the moment.

"Where are you?"..."Are you ok?"

I frantically search all around me and at the same time, I tried to calm myself down as panic had started taking over me.

I could sense my forehead laden with beads of sweat.

AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!

 

I woke up just in time to see the teacher leaving the class. Before I knew what I was doing, I stood up and greeted her, or rather screamed at her all the way from my seat which in the far corner of the room, "Good Morning ma'am."

 

"She's gone. Sit down!" he told me wearing his silly grin.

"Huh?" I looked at him all confused and lost. His lips started moving but I couldn't make out the words.

My head was playing what I just saw.

The darknes...

The shot...

The scream...

It sounded so much like...him!!

 

"Sophie!", he said to me with care quite visible on his face, " are you ok?"

I wanted to ask him if he was ok but instead I just nodded in agreement and shuffled through my school bag.

"Good. I got worried a bit" he replied with the smile.

'Worried! I just heard you getting shot, man! It's me who's worried to death!', I told myself.

 

I didn't look at Sam again and got lost in my book which I issued from the library. But I couldn't stop thinking about him. It was hard to believe that I was dreaming it all. It was so vivid and realistic.

 

Later the same day, we both were walking back from school. Our houses are pretty close so we prefer walking with each other rather than take a individual vehicle.

 

"You know something?", he asked without looking at me.

"What?" I did the same thing.

"you were mumbling something while sleeping", this time he stared straight into my eyes. For a second, I thought he was trying to read my mind.

"I was? Wow! I didn't realise that. What exactly did I say?" I tried sounding funny and turn this whole sleeping matter into

just another joke...

"You were mumbling my name" saying this, he stopped and didn't move his gaze an inch from my eyes.

(to be contd.)

 

Author's Note

I'll complete it soon...