Huh...

Wait a second let me take my breath.
There's a million reason I am lying in threat..

And you know it..
I can't stop that.
So wait a second
Let the time to pass by

So stay
A minute...
With no reasons why
Your hands on mine
Stay to let me write my emotions in each line...

Its 12:30am now and more than that it is the last hour before my final operation.
Sorry for that I didn't write early.
My condition has been worse for the past two hours.

Smartphones have a big
advantage of correcting the typing errors.
Well if you have an insulin syringe injected in your right hand
and your left hand is tired due to typing
Its really difficult to write early to you.
So please bear with me..
With all the typing and grammatical errors I have had done.

I will die soon..
That's the biggest inspiration for writing my story.

I couldn't move myself because of the ventricle's pain.
I couldn't open my mouth to yawn because its full of blood
I couldn't vomit it out because I probably will faint
seeing the blood.
I couldn't stop because I want to complete this story.

You know what, its really not easy for me to share all of my feelings to you.
There are people in my life whom I never wanna lose.
Its really tough to accept death to others
But
For me!
Its the most easiest thing after I lost my interest in life.

Hmm...
I always try to put these heavy thoughts by staring at things that surround me.
Here in hospital there is nothing that you can look at;
which may give you a feeling of pleasure...

Turning to right I can see the e.c.g that would finally stop.
Turning to left I can see the night through the window
that would finally pass...

All I can look is my death coming towards me
as a good old friend
who would come to take me their on His land.
Time will roll by and it will soon stuck to 2,
And I will be gone
Gone in a deep sleep.

The ticking of the clock says me to continue my story...

Last hour my elder sister came in to have a last meet.
She enter
She was in tears.
She was hurt.

Huh...
I need no more sympathy.
I need no more tears..
What I need is a simple line;
You need not worry...
You will be safe and sound..

Silence ...
That was all that surrounded us.
Neither she said what I heard.
Nor I heard what she said.

I didn't want her here.

The reason for such hatred towards her began when I was in std 10.

My academics went high again after I was back to my home from the asylum.
Father's friend treated me well and I was back to my school in December 2013.

Within an year I topped in almost all the terminals in my class and was appointed as the class prefect.

The next few months of my early class 9th I was appointed as the school's prefect.
And the next year I was elected as the Head boy of the student council.

Well !
Everything was going with a good pace.

Alas..

It was February 2015,
One evening when I came back from the market,
I heard the siren of the police from my balcony near our house.
I was in trauma to see her with the police.
I had no idea what was happening then and there.

Later I got to know that it was her
who brought police in our house.
My parents were shocked at this.
My sis was in deep anger and she roared calling upon my name.
As soon I came downstairs the three policemen started searching our wardrobes and my room.
The inspector snatched my collar and dragged me to the jeep.

I didn't resist.
They threw me to the back of their police van.
My soft hearten mother was crying and dad was furious for the unknown tragedy.

Then a silence spread all over  after my mom slapped my sister.
"What are you doing???"
Why they took him?
Why you called them up??

"Ask this to him!"
My sister cried as loud as she could..

Dad savagely came to me asking for this!
What the hell have you done???

I remained still.

He slapped me thrice with tears in his eyes and anger in eyes.

Huh...
I replied with a gentle grief
"I killed her fiance Satyajeet."

With ignition to the jeep , the van started
with the thunderclap of my words the nuisance
ended.

And I was brought to the prison ; arrested for attempt to murder of my sister's fiance.
And for that I never regret.
They call me a Criminal.
And
I call myself a true friend...

Huh..
Ah .... Its 1am now .
I think I won't be able to complete the story.
Its time for a small checkup for my heartbeats.
I hope and pray at my best to get back to you and tell you why I was arrested.

I hope am not getting you bored..
Haha.
But I will miss you if I am gone...

I wish I will return
...with
a new flashback
#Beauty and The Blood.

Huh..
See ya...

Sometimes I wish I could rewind my life,
To think about all my actions one more time,

And to think about
all the people I hurt.
I knew all the pain would one day come back to haunt me,
And sure enough in the end it hit me.
Like a knife in my heart,
And a bullet to my brain,

I finally felt the pain early morning this day.
I knew I should have said good bye,
But I didn't want to see you cry,
I never knew I was going to die.
I thought I'd be back,
With plenty of time to pick up my slack.

Now I lie here as my life passing by me.
I don't even have the strength to cry.
I see my face in the windowpane at my side,
And think of my parents who would surely cry.
Mommy,
She didn't get to say goodbye,
And neither did I.
I want you to know my love for you was dear.
Tell daddy that I love him,
And tell that to my readers
To all who loved and all who cared,
Thank you and goodbye.
I can hear the sirens now,
But my heart is filled with fear.
It's too late,
Death must be my fate.
So I guess my life ends here,
Please don't shed a tear.