My Imaginary Boyfriend

"I'll talk to you later, I'm kind of busy", said mom. That time I only wanted to say happy birthday to her. It's been 10 years when her birthday was celebrated with a cake and that time father was also happy. I know how father and I used to be close when I was six like we were besties but after that year what happened to dad nobody knows. My mother and father were madly in love and tied knot in April seventeen years ago and as if I was bestowed by heaven upon them. My mother had told me how father used to be so much nervous when I was coming in this world. My mother told me how my father used to dream about healthy babies before my birth. When I finally came my father brought every comfort to me as money was not a problem. That time my family was very well of not like how it is now. That time my father was an instructor at a well-known Institute or academy. But till now I don't know why my father left that job. After leaving the job my father's routine became eat-sleep-drink and repeat. My mother then started working as a waitress at a club. Sometimes she did some odd jobs like sweeping, garbage picking. But now at least she is working as an assistant manager at a supermarket. But my father is still following the same routine. When I was small, I used to ask my mother, "why father is no longer like before" she used to give me a tight slap and afterwards hugged me and told me to never again ask the same question. After 10 years I figured out the answer myself that my father was involved in a case of stealing unpublished guidebook of a math wizard. My father was then pushed out from the institute because he had no proof to declare himself innocent. Afterwards no institute or academy accepted him. You may think how I figured out my father's untold history, of course from my neighbor. You all know before a person dies physically the society kills a person mentally 100 times with their harsh and cruel words. This was exactly done to my father and maybe the same thing will happen to me.

"Look at her isn't she the daughter of that thief who used to publish guidebook written by others" said a aunt. "Therefore, he used to be top instructor, that rascal and evil man." said another aunt. I was just seven-year-old that time when I heard such comments. These comments seemed to me normal as I used to listen it 10 to 12 times a day. But the real painful act was that when my playmates too passed the same comments and afterwards started treating me as an outsider. You know what it doesn't hurt that much when casual friends betray us, but it really pinches a hundred-needles when your best friend who you think would never leave your side even if this world falls apart. You are guessing right my bestie oh! Sorry my ex-bestie abandoned me when i needed her the most. The story is that when my bestie brought a pair of bracelet she came near me and offered me one of the bracelet but somehow a girl who envied our friendship got a chance to break our friendship-she just came like somewhat type of housebreaker of Indian serials and told my friend loudly that she's broke can't you see ,you are the one who always offer her charming gifts and she always take but never gives anything in return, You know what you are too naive, caring, kind and too nice to this broke!. My friend didn't spoke a word or reacted her like she agrees her and it really hurt like hundred-knife poking in my heart. You know what silence itself is an answer which doesn't tell directly but you can tell through eyes what they want to say without words. cried and cried and even my mother didn't come to console me. This was the first time I felt afraid, insecure and frustrated. This seemed a nightmare from which I wanted to wake up but accepting reality was written in my destiny.

One day I saw my friend Lina with a new bag pack. She was coming from tuition classes. I just ask her to let me see her new bag pack, but she refused and pushed me away. So, I too pushed her. Her mother saw us and rather scolding both of us or guiding us she chooses to put all the false allegations on me that I was bulling her daughter. She took to my mom and told her to shape me in proper manner and taught me a proper lesson, so this thing doesn't happen, and that ugly wench added-"In the future and if done again then she won't be forgiven!". She even added- Is becoming mad runs in your blood? as the father as the daughter. That middle-aged witch too added-Better to keep a hold on your daughter or she would be out of your control like the sluggard living in your house. Afterwards when that old winch left my mother. My mother took me inside and slammed the door. She just quietly went straight to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. At 8pm we had dinner. She then told me my bedtime stories and when I slept, she stood up and get out of the room. After all I wasn't fall asleep, but I acted to be asleep so that my mother could go to bed early as she does all the household work including earning the bread for the family. At Mid-night I felt thirsty, so I went straight to the kitchen. Then I took chilled bottle from the fridge & poured the water into a glass. The scene I saw there made me shattered and frozen and my mind had stopped working. My mother was holding chef's knife like a serial killer and came near my father and was going to make her hands red with blood but involuntary I dropped the glass which shattered into pieces. This sound was loud that she dropped the knife on the floor and fall on the floor on her knees like her soul was shattered into pieces just like the glass.

When I was 15 my mother transferred me to another school which run on charity. I was happy to be transferred to a new school as I used to be get bullied in my old school.

It was my first day in the new school. There were a lot of children with new faces. "Hey, here", a known voice came from the backbenches of the class. When I saw in that direction a very known face was watching me. The bell ranged and I moved towards her with a speed of a bullet. She offered me a seat near her. I thanked her. "Do you remember me?" asked the girl. I just looked at her with a confused manner. She said," it' s alright if you don't remember."

Next day I sat on the same desk and waited for the same girl from the yesterday. That day I was too nervous to ask her name. I make up my mind to ask her name at any rate. The bell ranged and she entered the class with a troop of girls. It seemed like she's the popular one who's leading the group however how she won't be popular as she had zero figure, dimples on both cheeks, a beauty mole on the upper right side of the lips, full lips, a diamond shape face with cat eyes. Description about her may seem exaggerated but one thing is good about me that I never lie. I hardly got any chance to talk to her and hence my mission failed to ask her name and maybe it was the last chance as summer vacations were going to be start by tomorrow. In the last lecture our hometown teacher told us to enjoy the holidays with reviewing the syllabus of august exams.

After summer break I entered the class, and everyone started staring at me. I didn't know what happened. Later I saw a letter on my desk. When I was going to open it, the bell ranged and the teacher came to give lecture. I just get settled and put the Letter in the desk pocket. Later wards in 2nd period a loud boom sound heard. Then next period we got to know that a girl named Milli jumped from the terrace and two girls-Riki and Rika were being enquired for the same as they were found in the topmost floor afterwards the same case. Later I got to know that the Milli was the same girl which called me to sit near her on very first day of the school. When the classes finished, I just took a quick look on the Letter. The most horrible thing was that it was written by Milli. My heart started pounding fast and brain became blank. On reading the Letter my hands shivered.

Dear Lily

I'm going to suicide because of you. You are someone I believed with eyes closed but you didn't understand me. This may be my last words spoken in this life. But remember I'm not going to leave this world without taking my revenge from you.

Yours not so friendly

Milli