Obssesions

  • 04 Apr - 10 Apr, 2020
  • Salaar Laghari
  • Fiction

So, what happened then?” Victoria asked getting curious. “Did you guys rescue your parents?”

A tear fell off my eye and I continued the story,

“Jonah was on the ground now. He wasn’t dead but he was severely injured and had no strength to walk. The guy who rushed towards him was terrified and he ran back from where he came.”

Victoria was listening to me without even blinking her eyes. I continued,

“Seeing our brother lying on the ground, my three brothers forgot his orders and they left their positions. They were holding their weapons and were looking at Jonah, who was lying on the ground. One of my brothers looked up and saw a guy who was holding knives coming towards them. He aimed at that person with his gun and fired. The shot was missed. He reloaded his gun and fired again, this time he was successful as the bullet had hit his chest. All three of them continued looking at Jonah, who was moving a bit. They were trying to make him stand up. That was the moment, when one of the criminals took advantage of them being gathered together. He took out a grenade and threw it towards them.”

“Oh, my God!”

“Yes, it happened. A blast occurred and all four of them passed away in that.”

“The blast was small?”

she asked.

“Well, it wasn’t that small to be accurate. It was a dangerous one but it hadn’t spread

too far.”

“Okay, I’m a bit confused. You need to be more accurate.”

“What I’m saying is that, the blast had injured all of them. Now, they were lying on the ground and were at some distance from each other.”

“Oh!”

“But, you know what happened then? It was something unbelievable. I would call it a miracle.”

She paid close attention to what I was saying.

“My injured brother Jonah, whom I had believed was completely dead, stood up. He was very weak and he had hardly any control over his body. But whatever, regardless of what amount of strength he had, he stood up.”

“Wow!”

“He was lying on the ground when the grenade blasted, which was why he wasn’t really injured. But anyways, as he tried to walk ahead, he fell back and then, excessive blood loss costed him his life.”

“Oh,” she answered with a tender voice. “So, what about your parents?”

“I don’t know, what happened to them. I escaped the island by rowing over a large piece of wood. Fortunately, a ship came and rescued me.”

As I was silent, she asked me,

“So, this was your story?” “Yes.”

“This incident is what caused a trauma in your life?”

“Exactly!”

After a brief moment of silence, she asked,

“So, can you tell me how you deal with it?”

“How I deal with it? You mean, how I tackle this incident?”

“Yes, on everyday basis?”

she clarified.

“Well, since it has been quite a long time now so, it doesn’t really bother me much. I mean sometimes, I get to see that place in my dream and when I wake up I get terrified, but as far as getting upset is concerned, I don’t really feel that upset.”

“You don’t?” she asked getting surprised.

“Yeah, because I believe that they would have died anyway. Even if I wouldn’t have shot him, their army would have destroyed us.”

“But, you said that Jonah’s plan was brilliant and you guys were succeeding.”

I was left speechless for a while. Yes, I was guilty in reality. I was just hiding it from her. She however, changed the mode of the conversation,

“Anyways, tell me what exactly do you see in your dreams?”

“…Well, I see my brothers’ blood. Their blood haunts me. It is the sand of the island that haunts me.”

“I see. Now, I think I know

your case.”

“My case? Are you saying that I’m psychologically ill?”

“No, of course not. That’s not what I meant.”

I chuckled courteously.

“But, there is a problem,” she stated, “I’ll tell you about it later. Right now, I want you to continue your show.”

“What? Continue my show, really?”

“Yes, because I know a person who is not fake. He is truly an obsessed man. You need to shoot his interview. This episode will become a positive turn for your career.”

“How? I mean, my fans have lost their confidence in me. They don’t trust me anymore. This episode will be the same for them, even though if it won’t be a scripted one.”

“Don’t worry, I have a plan for that. You are not going to shoot this episode the same way you shot your previous ones.”

I got interested in her idea and paid attention to what she was about to say,

“This show will be a live show. You are going to shoot a live episode of that person. Your audience will accept it to be true, because there won’t be a chance of editing in this episode.”

“I see!”

I gave this idea a thought for a while, until my mind raised an objection and I asked her,

“What if the audience doesn’t accept this?”

“Sorry?” she didn’t get what I was trying to ask.

“What if the audience claimed that my interview with that guy is a scripted one? They can obviously assume that our live interview is a preplanned one.”

“Don’t worry, I have a plan B for that, but I’ll share that later.”

“No, tell me now please,”

I insisted as I got curious.

“Look, I am an audience okay. So, I think like them I know what intrigues us and I know what will be acceptable for me.”

“Yeah, so?”

“The moment they will accuse you of streaming a scripted interview, you are going to give them a chance. A chance of cross questioning. Not just cross questioning the interviewee, but you as well. Since, both of you will be honest, you will be able to answer their questions.”

“Wow!” I was literally amazed with her suggestion. “You are so intelligent. How did you get this idea?”

“I have read plenty of books on psychology, including media psychology.”

“Media Psychology? Is that a book?”

“No, it is a subject or a chapter in the books of general psychology. Anyways, what you need to do now is apologise to your fans and tell them about this upcoming episode, which won’t be a planted one.”

“Great!”

Two hours later, while I was walking on my way back to home, I suddenly remembered David and my resentment towards him. I stopped moving, as I remembered him and realised that the entire idea of shooting this new episode was meaningless. A voice came from inside me,

Everything is useless, unless you take your revenge.

David! He doesn’t deserve to live. He backstabbed me, I cannot find peace and comfort against the entire world’s wealth, unless I teach that double-crosser a lesson.

I shut my eyes and remembered his face.

I told myself,

I gave Victoria a wrong answer. She asked me, if I feel traumatised about my past, yes, I do but my brothers’ murder is not what has traumatised me, it is David McIntyre’s fakeness that has scarred me.

I opened my eyes again.

I have got to do something about it. I told myself.

I cannot ignore this. Maybe I want to but I’m helpless, my emotions are beyond my control.

I walked a bit and then, made a final decision,

Alright, here’s what I’m going to do. I am going to get my revenge first. In order to get some peace of mind, I need to destroy David once and for all. Once this is done, I can proceed with my life and continue my career on YouTube.

That moment, I got distracted as I heard my cell phone ringing. I answered the call from an unknown person,

“Hello? Who is it?”

“It’s me Robert.”

“Robert, the movie producer?”

“Exactly, now here’s something that I want to tell you. Look brother, your career is ruined. You have no way to come back. But, you are a little famous and the way you directed your show Obsessions was remarkable. You fooled us all. You convinced us that your show was real instead of a

fake one.”

“So, what do you want

from me?”

“I am willing to hire you as a director now. I think you can make scenes look better and real. I want to sign you as my movie director.”

“I’ll let you know,”

I disconnected the call as

I said this.

That one moment, I was kind of excited as I had found

some hope.

So, I guess my career is not over yet. I told myself.

v v v

Next day, I was sitting at Victoria’s clinic. I was waiting for her to show up. I was planning to talk to her about postponing the upcoming episode, but she had a different issue to speak on.

As she came minutes later, she said to me,

“Alright, let’s get straight to

the point.”

“Okay.”

“I have been thinking that you need a therapy.”

“Okay, but I came here to tell you about the change in…”

“…I’m sorry, let me finish first,” she interrupted my speech, “You need to give your mind some peace. You need a therapy, a professional one.”

I wanted to say something, but I didn’t and instead hoped for her to continue, as she said,

“You won’t be able to concentrate on your new project, unless you find some peace. Now, what you need to do is find the root of your restlessness.”

“Exactly, this is what I am saying. This was what I came to say, in the first place.”

“Okay,” she said, “So, have you found it?”

“Yes, and I told you about it yesterday. I need to kill him. I need to kill David. He deserve to die.”

“Oh, God!” she said with an expression of irritation.

“My life is on stake here, this guy has destroyed my career.”

“Look, we talked about this yesterday. I think, we made this point very clear, that it’s not that bad.”

“No ma’am, I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about it. I have to get my hands dirty here. I’m sorry, I just can’t get over it.”

“Well, I told you yesterday that I’m going to introduce you to a person who is actually obsessed. I guess, we’re not getting into that now.”

“No, no, absolutely not. We are, we most definitely are going to meet him. I’m not shutting doors to that. I’m just suggesting that you have to let me

kill him first.”

“David McIntyre?” “Yes.”

“Okay fine, you can kill him. Come to me after two days, I will show you the picture of that guy you are going to interview.”

“Sure!”

For the next two days, I had been thinking about the guy

I was going to meet. The guy who was actually obsessed and his interview was not meant to be a scripted one.

On the other hand, my mind was also thinking about David. One thing was clear to me that he had escaped. He was hiding from me. He wasn’t dead or anything, he was around me somewhere.

v v v

Finally, as I met Victoria after two days, she began the conversation,

“So, how was your weekend?”

“It was good. I had been thinking about both the guys. One, whom I’m going to interview and the other who is about to die, from my hands.”

“I was expecting that.”

I chuckled courteously. I then, asked her,

“So, are you going to introduce me to that guy anytime soon?”

“Uh…yes, I am. In fact,

here he is.”

She took out a small frame, wrapped inside a paper.

I asked her,

“What’s this?”

“Inside this, there is a picture of the man you are going to interview.”

I felt quite curious and so, after borrowing the frame from her, I unwrapped it, tearing the wrapping paper.

As I was done, I looked at the frame.

to be continued...

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