CHAPTER 08

  "To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Virat wanted more and more which made Maya ignore her for the next few days. The police had come to her house for the therapist's inquiry but didn't find anything substantial.

Maya felt like she wasn't worthy of living anymore. She was in the corner of her house, shaking violently as she sat there in silence. Virat just stared at her.

Maya wasn't scared of Virat anymore. She was scared of herself. She had killed people who were close to her - her dad, her best friend, her therapist. She feared who came next in the list now.

  Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

She was tired of her life, where happiness came just as often as the planetary alignment occurred. The emotions she felt with Virat were like all the changing phases of the moon - from the new moon to the crescent of it to the full moon. She would see Virat smiling so often - but what about Maya's smile? Her smile was like the horizon line and the sun lived and died by her way side.

But she was dying, slowly but surely. She was surged with the current of emotions which she couldn't decipher but she could see herself fading away. She wanted to laugh, cry, smile or run until she collapsed but she was fading away, and there was nothing she could do beyond living a life as a dead body.

  The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

As the day passed and the niveous night started casting its spell on Maya, she could see the silhouette of a person entering. It was still dark, but the night lamp did its job, and she realized it was her mother.

"Honey, come for dinner."

"I'm crazy, aren't I?" she asked her, tears trickling down her face. "I hear voices, I can't think on my own, what's wrong with me mom?"

"You've schizophrenia, baby. But it's going to be okay. You're taking the medications." Maya heard her say. Maya nodded, she was taking the medications. 

Her heart raced when she saw Virat standing right behind her mother. It sped so fast, and her mind was full of awful thoughts once again when she saw him smirking. "I'm waiting for you downstairs, okay?" Maya's mom smiled at her one last time before leaving.

  Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

Maya shut her eyes and then she talked because some things unsaid can only be given up to the dark. She mumbled curses first, then asked questions, then confessed secrets, then cried apologies, then screamed guttural sounds that say everything but actually mean nothing. She saw Virat crawling closer to her, hiding something behind his back.

It was a gun.

"For one last time," he whispered in the dark. "Go and kill your mom." 

  And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep.