Trade off

There is one strange fact that goes, “You pass your death anniversary every year without even knowing it.” But I know exactly when my death anniversary will be, it would be after two days from today. No, No I am not going to commit suicide nor I am going to die from long illness, I am going to die because that is what I deserved for my deeds. I will explain more so you all could get better idea of what I am trying to say. It was raining heavily, thunderstorm was declared all over the radio stations and on NEWS channels. I picked up Sarah, my daughter from her ballet class. We were on our way back home, that’s when my Karma decided to play its role. I and Sara were en route to the countryside as she wanted her favorite Buttercream frosting, it was heavy rain but I could not say no to her plus she had bought her way in Ballet International competition. We took her frosting and sat in our car and headed towards home then I heard weird voices coming out of surrounding. Something was trying to reach to me but could not reach me, something was trying to hold me but it was unable to grasp me, something was whispering in my ears but I was like deaf to understand, something was following me I could felt it but was not able to explain it to me. I looked at Sarah, she was completely fine, enjoying herself in rain while smiling at her packed frosting and practicing her story to tell her to her mom, my wife, Kristin-about how she got selected in ballet competition and how her bully did not stand a chance. I could sense I am followed by some energy which is not visible. Heavy Lightning did not make it any easier. In panic I started to drive fast, so fast that I did not even realize Sarah was scared and was screaming. I heard Sarah’s voice and in great terror I stopped car. I suspected she might have felt something too, and in distress she might have screamed. But I was wrong, she was terrorized by the speed of a car, she said, “Dad what are you doing? I am yelling since five minutes to slow down, you are going to get us killed or worst my frosting would be spoiled.” I said her that I was extremely sorry and I tried to start engine again.

I gave start to a car, three four times, engine did not start. Sarah said water might have choked up in engine, I believed in the same but I knew it was that energy, that silence-which was trying to reach to me and grasp me. I knew nothing was right; I was so worried for myself and more than that for Sarah. I knew which that road was, a road which I took, before a month to drop off Adam, my colleague’s brother who had visited town for two days. I was more terrified because I knew what I did a month ago on that very road. I looked at Sarah, she sat quite relieved, I asked he, “Aren’t you worried darling? Our engine’s broken plus it’s raining heavily, aren’t you worried how we are going to reach our home?” No, I am with you, while should I be worried, I know you will find a way to protect me and make me feel safe as you always do because you are my heroS-She replied. That put even more pressure on me. I got out of car and was searching for lift, couple of cars passed by, but no one did stop. I asked Sarah if she could also come out of car, I assume if anyone would see me that I am with a child, they might get emotional and give me lift. Sarah agreed upon the same and she also came out of the car and I hovered my jacket to her head, so she would not get wet. I must say I was relieved because, that voice, that energy, that silence which was screaming was drifted away from me. I saw one car was coming towards us, I waved and it stopped. Window was closed, I knocked on it and it slowly, slowly opened. I was terrified to see the man who was behind the wheels, I started trembling, my voice was breaking, my footsteps were going backwards until I hit my leg with my own car. That man opened the door of his car, and smiled at Sarah and said, “Sarah come in, I am friend of your Dad’s. We are going to your home, to safely reach you and your frosting.” Sarah giggled and sat in haste in car and asked me to do the same. I was standing but I was unconscious, I could not believe on my eyes for what I had just seen. I was not at all ready to sit in a car with that man, I was horrified, I could not even ask Sarah to come out of car, and neither could I convince myself to go and sit in a car. I stood there for five minutes, I heard that man had started his engine and was about to leave me there and took off, that was when I gained my senses and I persuaded myself to go in a car.

I sat in front seat, he was next to me, he did not seem angry even he was smiling at me. He said to “Sarah, so you bought a ticket to your ballet competition huh!! That is pretty cool.” “How did you know, it like just happened before half an hour and even my mommy does not know about it”, Sarah replied curiously. He just smirked at her and did not reply anything. We were on road, and he stopped at exactly at same place, a place where I did what I did, a month ago. He stopped his car and asked Sarah to join him inside his house, Sarah did not agree as she saw me crying. He then snatched her from backseat. I begged him not to do anything with her and not to take her away from me. “You want to let your daughter know, what you have done to me?  To let her know, how her father is nothing hero but only a villain?? Yes, I am following you since long. Now you have to decide you want to let her know the truth or you want to still be her hero.???”. He gave me two options: Number one, he would keep Sarah until I accept publically what I did to him and hand myself to him and he would kill me in a same way, he was killed and Sarah would never know about my sins. Or number two he would kill Sara instead after exploring my deeds to her. And believe me it was easiest choice I have ever had to make. I could not live in a world where Sarah, thinks bad off me. Plus how could I let my little darling be dead and that also because of me.

So, here I am confessing my sins. As I said it was the same road which I travelled a month ago with Adam, well I and Adam were little drunk and were chit chatting about football game at that time it was mild rain and I reached to take out my cell phone from my pocket at that time I lost control of car and I hit one car coming across me, we collided so hard that, I drifted away from accident with my car along Adam several meter away. I and Adam ran towards the car, in zigzag manner as we were hit too, plus we were under impact of alcohol. We opened the door of the car, and there was one man who was badly hit, we were in terror when we checked his pulses, we got nothing-no pulses, he was dead. We started to panic as it was all our fault and none of his, though he had to pay price. We took his body in my car and at one secluded place we buried him, we did not have had any courtesy to tell his family members about his death nor did we look after who he was, we just did not want to be behind the bars for crime which we did not do deliberately. We ran out of there place and decided not to talk ever about it. Little did I know, his spirit would stop to give us lift, on that very car, which he was driving that day, he was that energy which was following me throughout the way. So after I confess, I went in that exact spot which I had buried him. He was there he let Sarah go, she hugged me for one last time, I did not want to cry in front of her as she was seeing me for the last time. He told me, “I was on my way back to bring medicine to my child, which I had to buy all the way from city because he was suffering from yellow fever, just because you I could not reach there, fever got all spread up badly and my wife not only got widow but she lost her beloved son too.  I asked for apology which I knew was useless, then he asked me to dig a grave for myself, where I met my worst fear, I dug a hole and he buried me alive. I was suffocating, and then I died slowly slowly… My body was no more with me. I remember my grave was exactly opposite to his. Trade off, worth indeed.

P.S You got your thriller which you were seeking for? You want some more?? What do you think, how did I write part of story after I was buried?