While having my breakfast I looked at him, he was sitting on
the chair beside me, staring. It has been years and he would just
stick with me, everywhere, be it dining table, hall room, school bus,
classroom, toilet, sports ground, literally everywhere.
I don’t know his name. He never speaks, never eats, does
nothing but accompanies me. I am
watching him do this for my whole age, which for instance happens to be eight
now. I told about him to my mother, but then instead of making him friends with
me she started worrying about me, for more than two years I had seen at least
four to five psychologists, she thinks I am not well and he is my imagination.
So afraid of those troublesome treatments and hypnotisms, I stopped discussing
about him to anyone.
Later evening I heard mom talking to someone on phone,
saying that she could never again become a mother. She saw me standing and
disconnected the phone. Wiping her tears she turned to me. ‘Why’ was the
question floating in my eyes. She understood, ‘you were not alone, I was going
to have twins but some complication occurred and doctor said only one will
survive and I will never be able to become a mother again’ she paused for a
moment and then said, ‘I got you’ and hugged me.
I could see him standing near the wall, still staring. ‘Did I kill you?’ I asked, immediately, I felt my mother shiver, she looked at me, tears in her eyes, ignoring her I repeated the question to the wall ‘did I kill you?’
I don’t know his name. He never speaks, never eats, does
nothing but accompanies me. I am
watching him do this for my whole age, which for instance happens to be eight
now. I told about him to my mother, but then instead of making him friends with
me she started worrying about me, for more than two years I had seen at least
four to five psychologists, she thinks I am not well and he is my imagination.
So afraid of those troublesome treatments and hypnotisms, I stopped discussing
about him to anyone.
I stood up from the chair took my lunch box from my mother
and started walking towards the school bus. He followed silently. If the seat
beside me is empty, he will sit there, else will be just standing, his eyes
always on me. I have realized that nobody else, except me, is able to see him.
Otherwise who will not notice an eight year old naked boy?
Later evening I heard mom talking to someone on phone,
saying that she could never again become a mother. She saw me standing and
disconnected the phone. Wiping her tears she turned to me. ‘Why’ was the
question floating in my eyes. She understood, ‘you were not alone, I was going
to have twins but some complication occurred and doctor said only one will
survive and I will never be able to become a mother again’ she paused for a
moment and then said, ‘I got you’ and hugged me.I could see him standing near the wall, still staring. ‘Did I kill you?’ I asked, immediately, I felt my mother shiver, she looked at me, tears in her eyes, ignoring her I repeated the question to the wall ‘did I kill you?’
He stood there, staring...
