The Night With The Devil

This is based on a true story of mine that happened back in the mid fall of 2016.

“Alas! My shift is over! Hey Lee; shall we meet up tomorrow instead of today?” I replied to my partner.

We worked together as associates of a prime company that dealt with insurance related to fraud. He nudged on my shoulder asking if everything was alright. He knew that I wasn’t in the proper state of mind even to hold my biking helmet close to my chest. I looked back at him with a displeasing character and told him to push off as I had to rush home to revive my energy.

However, after reaching home, I could never sleep. The shattering of my heart from the love that I was losing wasn’t bearable to take. And my family who once said yes to our relationship; one fine day, diverted from a healthy charismatic behavior to an unorthodox bond that terrorized the life I was going through.

Night fell down to sleep and so as mine.

My assumptions states it was thirty minutes past three early mornings where the cloud rattled with thunder and the sky began pouring down. I kept turning side by side as my hurtful mind was thinking of the girl whom I once loved was going ahead with her future without me. Suddenly, it caught my senses to wake up to drink the water kept in the glass tumbler beside my bed. Even though I held the glass, my throat was already wet and I couldn’t take a single sip out from it. I sat beside the bed and prayed for a good sleep and laid on the right side of the mattress. The night became so quiet that I could widely hear the second hand stick moving every second from the watch I had placed in the shelf.

It might have been an hour passed and my mind was wandering into darkness when all of a sudden got stuck into a thick dream that I couldn’t take off from it. I tried to open my eyes in real life but in fact it was like the inception that I felt that my eyes were already open. The room was desired to be full of smoke and the glass that I had placed was broken into several pieces. From the smoke was a voice. The voice sat on the fixed furniture chair. The voice was deep, too deep that it trembled my ears and there was nothing else that I could hear. I remember in the dream getting up from the bed, and then he continued his words.

“We shall have a chat one more time. But for now, you will have to do what I say for you will be free from the pain that you have”.

“The first night I had with the devil wasn’t terrorizing”, I thought.

The eye balls hidden behind the eye lids turned from one side to the other as the dream was having a friend trying to poison himself by consuming ten pills for the medication of flu. I could only see his hair, arms and legs while the rest of the parts were a complete haze. After his fifth pill, I grabbed his hand, slapped him across his cheeks and caught his shoulder and screamed;

“Are you mad? Just because your brother got killed in the fire doesn’t mean that there won’t be a life beyond death”.

He cried viciously and held me tight. The moment I held him, the weight of his body was becoming heavier and heavier. I held his face against mine to see if he was awake after such an overdose. But in vain, he collapsed. I ran down to the security gate from the room to have an ambulance called and went back up to check if he was still breathing.

The dream I had went from continuing the story to a sudden pause. I could neither move my body nor mind to understand what went wrong!

Moments later, the dream came back having this guy continue eating those pills. He went down to ten.

“Wtf is wrong with you?” I slashed my words on him. His nose was bleeding and asked for water. I began crying so hard that I felt death was nearing his path. I picked him and chocked up so that he would throw the pill off from his stomach.

And yet again, the dream went blur again.

My mind and my body was in a state of numbness that I thought I wouldn’t wake up anymore. The only world that I could see was darkness and the smoke in the room. Though I could smell and feel the sweat; the strength in my arms gave up.

After a long span of time finally my eyes gave way to the light that I had to see. Perhaps that dream could not have been ever real for which I had to see myself lying on the bed different than mine. I tried to be conscious enough to understand where I was. My clothes changed; there was mask connected to the cylinder which said ‘oxygen 7.6ltr’ and different monitors around me. I was literally shocked. I pulled off my mask and screamed;

“Where am I? Why am in a hospital?”

A nurse who was attending another patient next door heard the scream and swiftly came towards me and calmed me down.

“Nurse! Really? You look like a chick to me” I commented.

She giggled and asked me if I wanted something to drink or eat. Even though my statement was obscuring, she tapped on my shoulder and asked me to go to sleep. It was pretty late; I think the same nurse was standing beside my bed with few of my friends and Lee as well. I was quenching for thirst and seemed that food and drink was ever ready waiting for me.

“My name is Lalita”, she said.

Lee came close and asked if I was okay.

“I was alright until I found myself in bed in a hospital as I don’t understand how I end up here”, I anxiously replied.

That was when Lee patiently narrated the story. This happened four days ago, when your roommate saw you in the kitchen bleeding out blood from your nose and holding few strips of pills for the flu on the floor. He ran down to the gate and asked the security to call the ambulance and returned back to choke you out from the pills that you took. Since he couldn’t take you to the hospital, there was a brave old lady who took the responsibility to admit you to the hospital. And guess what it has been four days since you have been admitted in the Intensive Care Unit and today was the day you woke up.

Closing my eyes with complete exhaustion, it was then I recollected with fear;

“The Night with the Devil” was true.