It was raining hard outside. I locked myself in my room. I was feeling cold. I settled myself comfortably in the bean bag. The walls of the room were painted red-blood red. It seemed there was a body killed here every day from past 7 years continuously. The fan hanging from the ceiling was jet black with really sharp blades. One bed, a study, and a silver dustbin furnished the room apart from my favourite furniture in which I am currently sitting.
I searched for my pack. There it was lying peacefully in the pocket of my sweatshirt. I took out one cigarette. Oh! How slender and pretty she looked. It was 7p.m. That is the only time of the day when i smoke. It’s the time when I meet Ashley. Ashley is my best friend-the person I love the most and the person whom I hate the most.
I took out my lighter. It was a gift Ashley gave me 7 years ago. I lit the cigarette. 1st puff,2nd, 3rd and I released the smoke. The gray clouds rose up towards the black fan.
“Hello Johnny, How are you doing today?”Ashley stood there in front of me, wearing her favourite pink blouse and black skirt.
“Hey Ashley, I dint see you coming. I am doing fine.”
“You never do, Johnny!” Ashley smirked.
“So how are things at your end, you look tensed?”
“Johnny, you know how it is between us, I can’t take it anymore!” Ashley’s voice echoed pain.
“Ashley I love you! You know it, right? But I just can’t ...you know....”
“No! I don’t know...stop running away! ....stop! Please?”
“Am not running away Ashley...you are..why can’t you just let things be as they are...why do you want me to do what I can’t...every time you come here with that gloomy face...it kills me...I..I feel so helpless!”
“You feel helpless?” She quipped. “Kills you? ... It kills me Johnny...seeing you like this...Kills me...you won’t understand what it feels when I see you doing...”
“Stop it Ashley! You don’t have to repeat all of it every time you visit me...I get it...u understand? I get it...But what you don’t understand is...that...I... Ashley? Stop crying...please! Ashley...stop crying!”
“No Johnny, you don’t love me! Had you loved me...then you would never.....”
“Ashley, out of everyone you doubt my feelings? How restless i get when i don’t get to hear your voice every day, the very thought of you not being with me threatens me to death...you say I don’t love you? You are everything I always wanted...everything...”
“Then why do you....”
“Ashley it’s not in my hands. Life is not a fairytale sweetheart. You don’t know how dark it is out there.”
“And is this your way to search for the light?” Ashley questioned.
“Maybe”
“No Johnny! No, I can’t see you doing this....I can’t.....”
“Ashley wait! NO! What are you doing...stop! ...Ashley stop....I won’t be able to live without you...stop...NO...NO....ASHLEY!!!.....”
With the last puff, the smoke disappeared somewhere in the air. I threw the cigarette butt in the dustbin.
The red room was silent and lonely. Again.
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