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“Hmm… uncle…” mere whispers came out from my mouth. How will I explain that it was his son who has put them there… 

Uncle was still looking at my bruised wrist and aunty too joined him. "Who did this to you, sweetie? Is someone hurting you?" the uncle asked with a worried voice and hurt was on his face. Uncle loves me so much. 

Aunt's eyes were filled with tears. “Tell us, dear. Is someone bullying you at college?” Aunt still thinks I'm a child. In a normal situation, I would have laughed but she asked me with so much concern. Her tears started falling. They both love me so much. How I'm going to tell them that their son is the person who did this?

No, I can't tell them. I won't tell them. They will be more hurt, but what should I tell them instead? “Hmm… uncle, aunt” I was trying to come up with something.

“Jane did you start wearing the wristbands again," the aunt asked with a worried and horrified expression on her face. 

“What?" the uncle asked with same the expression. “Jane, are you having nightmares again?" the uncle asked in shock. "We should take her to the doctor," the uncle said to aunty. 

"Yes, we should. I'll call the clinic and fix an appointment for tomorrow” aunty was searching for her cell phone as she was worried so much.

“No no, I'm not having any nightmares” but they didn't listen to me. Yes, I used to wear those wristbands because the pain of it on my wrist brought me out of my nightmares. And they used to leave ugly bruises on my wrist in the morning. But it was in the past. I have not touched them for a long time. I should stop this. They are worrying about nothing. "Uncle, aunty, stop worrying about me. I'm not having any nightmares” I said while stopping them.

“Jane, you don't need to hide it. We will go to the doctor tomorrow. You can talk about it with the doctor. Your aunt and I will be with you. We can do it together and can come out of this like we did last time" the uncle said in a worried tone while assuring me. 

“Yes Jane, listen to your uncle. We can fight it together and we will talk about this with the doctor tomorrow. You don't have to worry about anything" aunt said with a smile. 

I used to always get nightmares about the day when my family had an accident. But now, they have become less frequent. Two years ago, when I was coming home, suddenly a car came from a dark alley. The driver was blowing the horn. Lights were flashing. The driver had lost control of the brakes. The scene of my parent's accident started coming in front of my eyes and I closed my eyes. Before I could move, the car came towards me. It hit me and the driver changed the direction and it collided with a tree on the other side. I was not severely injured but I got cuts on my forehead and lost my consciousness. I was unconscious for a whole day. I came to consciousness with the scene of that accident playing in front of my eyes again and again. 

The pain of losing both of my parents started coming again. Thinking about the accident, my eyes filled with tears. But I stopped dreaming about it a long time ago. What should I do? They are worried for me so much and the devil that did this to me is nowhere to be seen. 

“Uncle, aunt, I'm not having any nightmares. I'm good and these bruises are because I wore my band. Not because of the nightmares but because I was having pain in both the wrist and the doctor told me to wear them. But I slept without removing them and that's why I have a bruised wrist” I said in one breath. I lied to them but this is the only way to solve this matter. Now I felt bad because I lied to the people who are worried about me. 

They were looking at me in shock “Are you telling the truth dear?" the aunt asked in a conforming tone. Uncle was still looking at my face trying to find if I am hiding something. 

“Yes, I'm telling the truth," I said while smiling nervously. Please let this slip this time. I was praying to god. 

“Sweetheart, don't do this to us. And don't sleep with those stupid bands on your wrist. See how bad your wrists are looking" the uncle said while still examining my wrist. I smiled at him as he was always there for me. I have missed my family less because my uncle and aunty were always there for me. 

“If you have those nightmares again, you are going to tell us” aunt ordered me. 

"Yes ma'am," I said while smiling at her. She looks so cute when she is angry. She smiled at my reply. “Now come I will apply some ointment on it” she side while dragging me to sit on the couch. 

“Aunty it is not needed. I have an ointment in my room. I will apply it after taking a shower” I said to her. 

"Promise me you won't sleep without applying it," she said in a pleading voice. 

“I promise I will apply it before sleeping, so don't worry about me and go have some rest. And take uncle with you. It looks like my le has become old because of worrying about me” I said while pouting. They both laughed at my comment. After saying good night to them I went to my room. I took a relaxing bath for a good 10 minutes. I wrapped myself in a fluffy bathrobe as it was cold in New York. 

I got changed into my nightwear-black camisole and silk shorts. Then I started the mission of searching the ointment. I looked everywhere but I couldn't find it. I was sitting on the floor and searching for it in the drawer of my shelf. “I will go and ask aunt for it," I said in frustration. “No, she must be sleeping. I will ask it for it tomorrow” I was talking to myself when I heard my bedroom door opening. It must be the aunty. She must have come to check up on me. Now I can ask for it. 

“Thank god, you came aunty," I said while getting up from the floor. "I'm searching for the ointment but I couldn't find it. Do you have it?” I asked her without turning back. I was still searching for it in my upper drawers. Maybe I have left it here. She didn't answer me. "What happened, aunt? Why are you not answering me?” maybe she left the room to get it. But I was sensing someone’s presence behind me. 

Then I remembered that I had locked the door. A shivering chill passed through my room. 

Does aunt have the key to my room? There is only one way to find it. I turned to face her and my face lost its color. 

‘What is he doing here?’ was the first question I asked myself after seeing the person who is standing in my room. 

Edited by Priiu_66
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