The Uninvited

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It was a winter morning. Chowki street was bustling with morning joggers, the jingling of rickshaws, and chatterings of vendors. Mist clad the entire area as if a pall over the treasure of mysterious gems. Or was that the mist of unsolved riddles hidden in the world? A few kilometres away from this hustle, in the backdrop of yellowwoods, was situated a well-built two-storey house with shiny wooden doors and windows.

Upstairs, on one of the glassy window panes, somebody’s small feeble palms were clearing the mist on it. Her small brown eyes gazed far into the horizon as if she was waiting for someone to arrive. Samantha, in her cream nightdress, sat near the window with a notebook and a pen. It was the book that was the key to her conflicted mind. Perhaps it was her only friend. She has been a confusing kid since she was adopted to Williams villa. Samantha always found herself in the imbroglio, neglected by the parents who had adopted her, and she never knew what she really wanted.

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“William, you can’t treat me as your maid. Have some respect for me, god damn it”, a lady of 30s in her pink knee-length frock with a wine glass in one hand was walking across the hall. Lisa was married to William at the tender age of 20. Both were busy in their own lives. Since their marriage, all they had talked about was money and property. Adopting a kid was their strategy to bridge the miles between them, but whenever they tried to tend to the situation, they only made it worse, and both were imbued with all sorts of bitterness.

William, all dressed up, slammed the door, cursing himself for his decision to marry and started in his old-fashioned metal black car. As Samantha came down for her breakfast, Lisa, without even noticing her presence, got hold of her wallet and stepped out, where she accompanied a man in his car. Nobody talked. Nobody cared about the other person in Williams villa. For Samantha, each morning began like this, and dusk was even worse.

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13-year-old Sam, in her white and blue check uniform, started school. She had to cross the beautiful woods to reach Chowki street. All the way she mumbled to herself. She questioned herself, but she always left the questions unanswered. At the end of the woods, there was a small wooden house with lots of flowers around it. As she passed the house, a 4-year-old boy in striped pyjamas waved at her. She smiled as usual. Sam liked him as he made her feel like someone cared for her. She was a lonely child at school, too, and never had any companions. Children thought of her as an orphaned unfortunate witch whose company would bring ill omen to others.

On her way back home, she was joined by a young girl of her age, much prettier with a firmer face, confidence,e and a crooked smile. Sam never asked where she belonged to. For Sam, that girl, who called herself Evangeline was like a mirror, where Sam could look at and pour out her emotional stress without being judged by anyone.

Evan had a calm tone, but her words were a little tricky. It soothed Sam. She wanted to be like Evan.”I’m not too fond of Lisa. She yells and is cheating on Williams. She never loved me. All she wants is money. Sam sitting on a log, looking at the ground, opened her heart up to Evan. She smiled at her and took a fallen leaf in her hand, walked slowly, mumbling, “This world is full of betrayals, my sweet. The single rule which has been echoing for ages is, get rid of what we hate.” With a treacherous smile, Evan glanced at Sam. That night, Sam locked herself in the room.

She sat on the floor with papers and crayons spread out on the floor. Like a crazy girl,l she hurriedly drew a lady’s sketch in all papers and soon scratched them off with a blade.

“Hey Sam”, soon she heard a soft chuckling outside her window.

“Evan, what are you doing in the dark? Are you not scared?” panicked Sam as she went close to the window.

“Snobs like you are afraid. Look at you tearing off Lisa. What’s your plan? She mocked and began laughing.

“Shut up and leave me alone.” saying, so Sam went to bed and closed her eyes tightly.

It was raining outside. The whole atmosphere was darkened and melancholic. Lisa enjoyed her wine as usual.” Sam come downstairs and lock the door. I am going out. Sam, where are you?” agitated Lisa began to walk upstairs. Sam, in her white nightdress, walked downstairs.”Why don’t you ever reply, you wretch”? said Lisa as she slapped Sam. As Lisa passed the door, Sam smashed the wine bottle on her head and slew her all over the body.

“Evan, what have you done to Lisa. She is dead. Oh god”.Sam, all of a sudden, became panicky and questioned Evan.

“Lisa, oh, god. Sam, why did you do this”? William burst into the house, all soaked from the rain outside.

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“No, William, it was Evan. Look, she has got a piece of the bottle. She killed her.” Saying this, Sam started fidgeting. “What are you talking about, my child?” That was all that a confused and devastated William could say, and Sam fainted.

Sam struggled to open her eyes. She could hear murmurings and the sound of the fan. All she could see was a white room.” How are you feeling now, Sam?” asked a doctor in his 40s, checking Sam’s pulse. “Better. Where is William?”

“Oh, he will join you later. Do you still see Evan” he asked her curiously, correcting his half-moon spectacles. Sam began to get up and walked towards the window. She looked far into the ground and replied, “Not now, doctor.”

He walked out of the room, and the board on the wall read “MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER“.

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