His Friends.

There isn't much time left. Its my turn, I had to. I was feeling the pressure. Will I be able to return back?

I stared into the darkness, I couldn't see anything, there was something that was expecting my arrival.

Everyone wished me good luck, but I knew it was of no use.

I didn't know how much far I was from the destination point, none exactly knew it. I was cautious, pacing myself slowly.

It was one of the beautiful nights I had witnessed even though it was gloomy, the stars shining above, the wind whistling past my ears, I enjoyed it, but the fear was there.

I wasn't bare footed; I could hear my own foot steps. Am I alone?,no I wasn't I could hear some one walking behind, I took a deep breath halting my movement. I slowly turned around and went through the whole surrounding, I continued my journey concluding there wasn't anyone following, I was wrong there were many.

Thunder struck and lighting followed, the latter helped me to see it, I was much relieved. I walked towards the exact destination briskly.

Lightning followed in quick succession and I halted and took a quick look all over, there wasn't anything suspicious. The whole attention went to the near by water well. The water well had a pulley and rope arrangement tied to a metal vessel. I peeped to have a look; I wasn't able to have an idea of the depth nor the presence of water, darkness everywhere nothing else. I waited for the next thunder lightening to strike, so that I could have a better vision, but in vain.

I reached out for the rope, slowly I dipped the vessel into the well, out from nowhere I heard a hissing sound from the back of my head, in a matter of seconds entire blankness eluded me.

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He woke up and tried to remain calm. A stranger asked him," Are you feeling alright?"
He nodded.

The stranger had a small conversation with the man and was about to leave, when he suddenly raised his voice and said,” He left me! he was murdered near a water well!!!!!!!!".Soon he burst into tears.

"I can’t keep this anymore”, he had said before giving it to the stranger.

The stranger consoled him, affectionately.
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"How did his friend die?” asked the girl.

"He says he was murdered”, answered the stranger.

They both had a look at each other.

The stranger gave the photo to her, the photo he got a few minutes ago.

"Doctor, can you bring him back to the real world with his illness cured?"

The stranger, though ranked among the top in his medicine degree, didn’t answer.

She kept the photo in the file, where other photos were placed, there were three of them, three of his friends, but the fact was that they all were photos of only one person.

She looked at the patient,he hasn't changed much,he looked the same as in the photos. She went on staring the patient.

When she left the room, no one was there, he was alone.