Basundhara Paul

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Basundhara Paul

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Bandage

Bandage

3 mins
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"WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURSELF? GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Radhika screamed at the top of her voice as she squeezed and smashed a glass with her own bare hands.

God decided to spare her dominant hand, which is the left, or it was the Devil's plan-gone-wrong because of ignorance which made it possible for her to bandage her right hand, where a big shard of glass had left it's mark.

Her already difficult life was made harder because of an injury. After one whole day of bandaged hand, tedious chores and loneliness, she finally took it off at night. She could see the flesh, raw and reddish, but not bleeding anymore. A few particles of dried blood fell from the bandage and she put it on the table at the very dimly lit corner of her house. She left but returned a few minutes later with two bags full of junk she couldn't bother to reuse or throw away, and cast them casually on the table.

After half an hour, she realized she didn't throw her bandage away. She sighed, she didn't want to move, but she knew how unhygienic it had the potential to become. She dragged herself to that room, and she saw a portion of the bandage visible from under the heavy bags she unknowingly had put over it. Her frustration knew no bounds when she realized what she did in a hurry, and right then she had neither the strength nor the motivation to put away the burdensome bags in order to access the bandage. She started pulling the cloth, and she kept pulling, pulling, and pulling as more cloth emerged from under the weight but it didn't end. She was pretty surprised and at one moment she thought about giving up; but she still kept pulling. She was intrigued, and also confused, but she knew the only way to know was to get to the end if there was any. Finally, the tail emerged and there was no more bandage left to be pulled out.

'No more bandage left' is not the right thing to say, she then had a pile of bandage cloth which was longer than twenty feet in length, and it wasn't fresh either, it was almost evenly stained with discolored blood. 

Then, all of a sudden, the table was pushed over by an unknown force and it fell a little away from her feet. For a moment, she couldn't move, she didn't know what was going on. Then a rotting hand emerged from behind the table and then a whole decaying body with a broken pharaoh crown on its crumbling head. The sight was abominable, it made her stomach turn and she felt pale. She still didn't know what to do...

"Why you human pull out my bandage?" It groaned in the most nauseating tone she had ever heard in her life.

That was when she realized the bandage didn't belong to her, it belonged to a mummy.

"Here's your bandage!" She shouted pointing towards the pile as she ran towards her bedroom and locked the door behind her.

She opened her bedside drawer and started looking for something. She could hear the rattling of bones growing louder when she found it. She had missed her dose of Zyprexa that morning, for she was too overwhelmed after she told Peter D'Souza to go away when he offered to help, injuring her hand in the process.

The repugnant gurgle of the creature intensified as she brought her phone near her ears and said not so calmly, "Doctor D'Souza, please come over fast, I need some help. And yes, I'm really sorry for what I did this morning, you were right, I need to and am ready to get admitted to the mental health unit"


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