Tattoo..

How could it kill me...

Oh damn! I feel like someone hard hitted me on head with a hammer, I feel my head is heavy now falling off the neck, eyes rotating, everything is blur in my vision, I feel to burst up my head.Oh God! Never a rum again, hangover is f*****g me, more hard than a break up.We were group drunk last night to celebrate my sorrow in breakup but I see none near to me in my apartment in morning, at a side my head is out of control and other side am alone, what would have happened to all of them, left me without a notice, fine, I thought to ring them after a smoke and a face wash.I was searching for cigar under the bed, under my pillow, in drawyers, shelves but I didn’t find it anywhere at my regular places..

 Oh f**k!! Where did I placed it, I need it very badly to take my head in my control.I was searching for it all over my 350 yards pent house, every corner, every shelves even in re-frigerator, and I smiled after a note striking my brain ‘why do I place cigarettes in fridge, am I mad or what?’.Out of nowhere I found a pack next to T.V., I was happy at a glance, soon I hurried to hall to pick it up but I found only one left there.

I lighted it, beagan to smoke relaxing on a couch, recalling my breakup and every possible situation made me to drink last night, I found guilty on my ownselves after a question,’Is it all necessary to perform after a girl?’.I smiled after my question but it’s a pain involving all major organs especially my stupid heart, the only way I found was ALCOHOL, but yeah am quiet satisfied after drops acting as medicines to heal my broken heart, however it may be….

Last puffs relieves me always, and only two puffs I guess it would give now, slowly my brain started to see things clearly in mean time finished with my cigarette and entered into washroom to fresh me up.. Oh god no shirt on me, I do remember that am wearing a denim over me but now I don’t think so I remembered exactly or it could be my dream, I cleared my eyes, now It’s all crystal clear to me, rubbed my face with a napkin and about to leave the washroom, but wait what is it?..

What is it on my chest?......Oh suddenly my heart beat raised…I cleaned up my mirror to have clear look on it,  It’s something I couldn’t read with my eyes straight, It looks like some ancient language tattooed on my chest, But how could I forget a tattoo, that too on my body? No chance it’s not me who printed a tattoo, But who could it be and how is it possible in one night…

Oh my!, after a look in mirror it says,

‘You are going to die Nick and am going to kill you, spare your last days’,

Oh man! I started shivering at those words directly tattoed on me, I now searching for my mobile, Where did I placed it? ‘F**k Nick find it soon’, I started speaking to me .. Yeah over there on my bed hidden in sheets, I wanted to ring John, my friend, last night he was with me drinking here and he is the closest person ever to me, It’s ringing….   …..    …….  …..Pick it up you idiot…. ….. ….

‘Hello! Who is it?’

‘Hey John it’s me, Nick’

‘What? Nick!.....Wai,..wai ..wait,… Nick?’

‘Yeah Nick, what happened to you? Why are you confused?’, I asked John,

‘You sure you are Nick or else Danny fooling me?’

‘B*****d, it’s me Nick, can’t you remember my mobile number?’,

‘Nick, How are you?,okk,,,okk,,,leave it, where are you exactly now, tell me quick’,

‘Am ok……….in my apartment, but whhhyy?’, he interrupted me,

‘No words just stay there, I will be there in  minutes, don’t go away’.He ended my call, but what’s wrong with him, why is he so tensed at my call?, he can’t even remember me, he can’t even remember the place we drunk last night, I don’t know what is happening but I could sense something is terribly wrong.

After five minutes he banged my door, staring at me, I can’t understand that look, he opened his mouth in shock, his eyes widened in confusion, he is trembling with fear, But why?...

‘Nick’ he exclaimed and hugged me and said..’ After six months, am glad you are alive, we tried finding you but you were nowhere found….at last after months you called me up, Cheers, am happy than ever, you are alive…… That’s it.’…I was figuring his words out, Did I Heard as six months or is it John said it’s six months…

‘Six months?  what are speaking about?’, asked I,

‘Yeah Nick, it’s been six months everyone of us thought you were dead,  and suddenly after your call, I was shocked and hurried here, and I found you living..’ he said,

‘Dead, me, what’s wrong with you John, we were drinking here last night, how could you say that am dead before six months and you found me now’, I was confused with his words and started clearing my doubts,

‘Well, NicK we were drunk last night but before you were missing and that last night was dated six months back’, Oh my!, what’s wrong with him, six months!!!, what happened to me?, why am here after six months then?, am I truly alive or is it my dream?...

Every word is now a question…..

Ok at last I figured it out every question can be answered bit after answering about this tattoo

‘John can you see this tattoo, pls read it out’. I asked him,

‘You are going to die Nick and am going to kill you, spare your last days’, he read it out and asked me,

‘what the hell is this tattoo Nick?’

‘That’s what we are going to find out, It gives me my six months solution..’

‘Oh! But how?’

‘I donno’, said I.

‘You sure about this’,

‘Haha! John It’s me, Now Get ready for the game to start’…..

 

Reviews

[Wajiha Nayeem]

Nicely penned su.....i loved it....great work

[Surya]

Haha, A pleasure then, Thank you so much Wajiha...:)

[Priyanshi]

an interesting story..... feel like reading more and more. The starting was amazing .I found it bit funny specially that "cigarette in fridge".... it brings me a smile... Loved it... Waiting for such next interesting piece from you.

[Surya]

Thank you so much priyanshi, Sure I will post as soon as some idea strikes me...:)

[Priyanshi]

Pleasure is mine.