Code Black

Long black hair flickering with the huffs of wind. Standing on the roof, her skirt tail fluttering behind her. She turns her phone off with a slide of her finger. Succumbing to the horrors, she's here now, standing on the edge of the roof. 

The agony hitting her shores. Anguish rising high in the ocean of her sentiments. Pangs of dolour knocking at her door. Inside her, alarms are going off. Everything is chaotic. Her body numb, her mind shut. Everything is screaming in her. 'Black code'. 

Her heart knows that it's not worth giving up for. She can't waste away her life for this. But she has had too much. Another clipped wing, another scar, one more wave of death flowing in her heart.

The devil in her has broken free. The chains no longer holding the critter in its cage. The beast is aroused, licking the bruises on the inner walls of her soul. Stinging them with his saliva and inhuman sucking. And deep down in her heart, with each thump, a siren is ringing 

'code black,

code black,

code black'. 

The terrorist has entered her inner vicinity. All hopes are at the edge too. Death's just a trigger away. In a blink of an eye, it can be over. 'Code Black'.

In the silence of the night, just warning signals can be heard. But when the rescuer itself becomes the terrorist, can these sirens save you? 

She knows it's never too much to give up on life. Her own voice can be heard in this ringing world. Another voice saying 'code black'. 

And she remembers her lessons now. "Never lose your humanity. Help save someone's life". But she was never told that this someone could be her too. She had to save her own self too. 

'Code Black'. 

A war has broken out between the terrorist and the salvager. 

And something miraculous happens. Her phone rings up. Another ring and then another. Ting after ting. And it brings her out of her trance. She picks it up and a dozen texts hit her eyes. From family, friends, asking her to come and join them. Texting her that they miss her presence. Calling her back. And with this love, the rescuer in her wins. All the hopeless strings turning into hopes.

She steps down the thin wall, that holds the grill, down the place she'd decided to end her life. Descending down the rooftop to the ground floor, the silence is again filling her up. Bells inside her have stopped ringing as if celebrating the new life with stillness. 

She was now back home. To the awaiting gazes, to the loving hearts. Showered with love, she felt at home. She felt herself winning against woe. She spent another day with her people, in her world. Contended once again, she closed her eyes to fall asleep. 

And the next day, her eyes couldn't open. Amongst wails and cries, she was buried, having her own tomb now. 

No, she did not take her life. But fate did, time did and maybe, just maybe, those silent distressed prayers to be dead also took her life. Those curses under her breath took her to a coffin. But fate was on her side, she had to die knowing that the saviour in her had won. She had to see the final love before death.