The End’s Beginning…

 Hi, guys I guess you all already have read my death note (if you didn’t check out the previous post go read it now). Though I didn’t die, my note got exposed and now I am telling the whole journey of how my situation reached that death note.

Hi, I’m Rahul, and this is my story.

It was my 7th day in the hospital. The morning was, as usual, the sun rays were penetrating through the thick and soundproof glass panes of the ICU. Thanks to my dad’s money, I got to sleep in a super-deluxe ICU room. It was peaceful there until a nurse opened the door and slammed it back. I thought she was very angry with the hospital management for calling her so early, no doubt any human that too a lady not be pissed off for going to work at 6:30 in the morning. I knew why she was here, from the last seven days she’s been the one who did my morning routine check-up. Let me tell you guys it doesn’t matter how good and expensive the hospital you’re admitted to, the food sucks, and the vibe sucks. The only good thing that might happen (that too only if you’re lucky as hell) is that you can get beautiful nurses. 

Just like every day I asked her the same question.

‘Is my day outside?’ but somewhere I knew the answer.

‘No, he isn’t.’ she replied irritatingly.

As she did her routine checkup, I continued watching outside the window and thinking that why I had to ask her every day about my dad when I am already aware that he can’t be that generous or loving that he would leave his work to spend some time with his son who just had attempted suicide and admitted to the hospital. He wasn’t always that way, a few years ago he was caring and loving, to me, to my mom, and everyone around him, he was a good person back then. Though he is a good person, less social and he barely smiles now. 

Anyway, as I was drowned in my useless thoughts a little later after the nurse left, Piyush and Rajat came in. Now, these two guys were the only guys in my life. No…no not that way, these two human beings are the only two who are my friends. They came in with a tiffin and a Frooti (I love Frooti). They brought breakfast for me.