Offend me? I swear.
Offend my bestfriend? Don’t you dare.
What we gossip about? Don’t you worry.
Mess with us? You’d be sorry.
Think we’re cool? Yeah, you’re right.
Think we’re not? We’d be in a fight.
Wanna be with us? Please, don’t you interfere.
Wanna be like us? No, you just can’t, dear.
You adore us? Good.
You don’t? You should.
Wonder why we’re always together? Yes, we’re inseparable.
Wonder why I chose her? well she’s so adorable.
Do we ever fight?Yes, all the time.
Wanna fight with her too? Nope, she’s mine.
My bestfriend is my soulmate, I say with zest.
Don’t you call yours cooler, cause my bestfriend is the best.
© Khushi Suneja
Running like a wild mess, I looked behind my back. Monstrous men in black, chasing me. The wind being not so generous, blocking my way now and then. I turned once more and ran as fast as I could. I reminded myself of how I used to run away from situations, back in my childhood. It was of no use, though. I heard the noise of the bullet that went right past my arm and hit the building in front. I took a turn, yet again and continued to run. I reached the corner of the street and felt no way out.
Finding no way out, I started to run inside the building that laid at the corner. Started climbing up the stairs, heading for the roof. The tapping of their boots, still audible. I wondered if I could finally get caught, today. What if they never reach me, like those hundred times? Running wild, I crossed the steps with heaving breaths. Black tuxedos trying to get hold of me, grasp me, catch me. I swayed here and there, switching my lanes. Finally, those black ties thought of a strategy and surrounded me … 3 men in front, 5 behind. The leader took out his gun aiming at my eye, shouting what felt like a warning, most likely asking for surrender. Aha. Nice move, gunshot. I said to him. He loaded the bullet. I made my move.
Running past him, dodging the bullets I pushed myself through and went right into the glass window, falling down the building. Those tuxedos trying to find a way out. I, looked at my right injured arm and said to the blood flowing through that chaos, was I ; that whirlpool of mess…these black ties could never catch.
I fled as fast as I could.