Happy Birthday!!!

There was nothing left for him to do. His life had become like the nipples on a man's chest. His decision was to end it all once and for all. Death is more than a decision and his idea was never to go easy and smooth. The plans he had was sinister than Hitler's smile. The day of his death will be spectacular, one that will be remembered, but only for all notorious reasons. He sketched his plans on a piece of paper meticulously. He had a vicious smile while his hands dictated the pen. Everything was set except the date. He looked at his watch, the Tom and Jerry dial showed him the hour and the minutes, it was 3:13 am.  The date struck like lightning, Sept 17th,  the date of his birth and soon to be death day. His loud laughter filled the entire room. There was a sinister contentment looking at the wonderfully sketched plan. The child in him woke up and crumbled the paper into a ball. He put it into his mouth and started chewing as if he tasted every bit of his great idea, slowly swallowing it. Now Mr Fernando devised a plan that only his brain and now his stomach knows.

It was 14th of September and the sun was at his usual duty. A little cloudy but that was the beauty of September.  Mr Mathews returned from his daily walk, and Spike, his German Shepherd followed him obediently. He had no one but Spike. Mr Mathews' conditioned had worsened. His family kept him away.There was a knock at the door, Spike ran to the door to look. Mr Mathews followed and opened the door. It was Mr. Fernando, the only person who knew about Mr Mathew's condition. Mr Mathew was hypochondriac. His obsession over an undiagnosed medical condition was insane. "Hey Fernando, how's it going, the preps for the big day" asked Mathews with a sense of excitement. "All going well Mathews." said Fernando

The two of them talked and talked for hours over cognac. "The game has just began" said Fernando to himself. He took Mathew's laptop and keyed in a few searches, while he had gone to get a few more drinks. Now it was time,  a devoted diabetic, Mathews extended for his insulin, measured his dosage. His usual sight was his belly. He injected himself the carefully measured dose. He fell unconscious in minutes and his body went ice cold. Insulin can never do that. But Mr. Fernando's cocktail did. Sodium thiopental, pancuronium bromide (Pavulon) and potassium chloride. He sat there seeing Mr. Matthews cold dead. Before leaving he whipped off all the prints. And took the watch with Tom and Jerry dial on Matthews wrist. It was identical to the one that Fernando owns. The key searches in the laptop will direct the cops to conclusions of suicide. After all nobody believes a hypochondriac when it comes to medicines.
Fernando mentally ticked the check box. "One down".
The game has just began.

The look of accomplishment was bright as the newly lit LED bulb. Mr Fernando's careful maneuver and his right judgement of the cops' conclusion sure made him feel proud about himself. The cops had nothing to do as the crime scene was a textbook suicide of a hypochondriac. Fernando slept rather earlier than usual. Was it the excitement of his birthday or the visit to his paramour? Only the dawn has the answers.

The shine of the daybreak hit Fernando gently. Freshening up he started his journey to meet his inamorata and this time it's not gonna be just a quickie.

The door bell rings and the lover answers it in less than a minute. In her tank top that accentuated her voluptuousness and the right amount of cleavage, she stood there. "Good morning Susan" said Fernando and kissed. Before it turned more passionate they snapped off and moved into the living room. "Shall I make you some breakfast Ferno, You know that I make mean pan cakes."said Susan with a voice that was romantic and sensual. "Yes darling dear. Make it quick. I'm hungry, but not food hungry. You know what I mean" he said this and laughed.

With breakfast done, it was now time for some real calorie burning.Fernando held her from behind and started kissing her. Passion and digestion combined and he burped while kissing her,  they laughed in unison and they made love again and again. They lay naked, tired but always ready for more. Fernando gave her more orgasms than he promised.. After the twin shower sessions Susan started dressing up. Seeing her struggling to dress up Fernando extended help. He handed her the tablet, a daily dose of lithium. " I don't feel like taking it Ferno. It's as if I'm eating cellphone batteries." She said in discomfort and took the tablet. Fernando glanced the Tom and Jerry watch placed next to the lamp on the the night stand. "It's better you take this as well. Its an IV. I'll administer it." said Fernando and pumped a lethal dose of lithium into her. Susan with a little drowsiness fell. She slipped into coma. Being bipolar she took her meds everyday. The bipolar infidelity was something she couldn't control. Now the same drug that kept her sane is keeping her in a coma. Fernando with no mercy at all injected another syringe full of potassium chloride. He looked at her Tom and Jerry watch and timed for 3 minutes. He put his ears to her chest, it was silent. Her heart stopped. With a polythene bag he collected everything, the coffee mug, the spoon and the plate he ate and all the used condoms. He whipped her off with the medical grade alcohol solution and sterilized her and took her Tom and Jerry watch with him.
"I'll miss your pan cakes honey" said Fernando and left.

The police found the body of Susan.. The ME staff were spell bound at the level of detail of the killer. There was no sign of struggle or force. The body spelled of medical grade alcohol. Anyhow they found a hair stuck on to Susan's bra, they sealed it and possibly send it to the forensics for further examination. A DNA is what the cops were looking for. Finding prints wasn't just possible given the effort the killer has taken.

It was 17th of September, the day of the final show. The day when Fernando's plans will finally find its ultimatum. Standing alone and staring at himself in the mirror. Nobody knew about the murders. Nobody knew how conniving he was. Nobody but himself had the privilege to know that. His plan was only half done, the other half was saved for his birthday. A present he gave himself. He ran his fingers along his hair, combing it.With one swift motion he removed the hair from his scalp. His bald head was shiny. He didn't clean up the stuck hair strand, coz it would not lead anybody to him. The wig was of horse hair. It was now the later part of the plan that was the concern. Fernando went for his bath and cleaned himself off the victims. The bath was only metaphorical.

Fernando looked at the watches that he took from the victims. He had gifted them. Fernando was a celebrated psychiatrist and a leading therapist. His clients were all of the elite groups.He was very good at finding the vulnerable and weak. The knowledge of countless counseling sessions made it easy for him to work his art.

The reason to killing them was never a concern to Fernando. His hunger to take another person's life was enough reason for him. Killing was something the therapist in him always resented.  A life counseling people and hearing problems was enough for him.  He now killed not for revenge or money. He killed coz it was fun. For him, he just eliminated another invalid rich nut job. Fernando was looking at his watch and waiting patiently.

The police arrived at the scene and found 5 dead bodies. One of them was Mr Fernando. They found out his identity by his dental records. The reason for the explosion was unknown..

(A psychopath is a person who not only destroy others but also a mean self destructive machine )

I am truth, a bitter one..

She stood in the state of shock. A mixture of fear, anger and disgust. A feeling that her brain is failing to comprehend. Faith and trust are just words to her now.. The ones who described their meanings in the dictionary are assholes.. The reflection in the mirror was not her. The smile was now missing, eyes dimmer than the cloudy sky.. Like a wounded bird with no grace to fly. The weather wasn't cold but she shivered. In her bra and panty she stood there. Scars that burned with every contact of fresh air. Her hands could do nothing but touch and be more hurt.. The mirror failed to reflect her back that was stripped like the tiger's. Tears trickled down her cheeks. The reality was now blatantly laughing at her. She realized her mistake but it was too late.. With no more strength to stand she sat on the floor. The marble floor cold on her skin.. She swallowed her cries. Forcing herself to stop crying.. Fate was something she never believed in. But all of this was like a revenge of that. The battle of the heart and the soul was incessant.. An astronomic chaos that never stopped. Her heart was beating faster and faster..the voices never stopped but was becoming louder.

The Creek was loud and clear. It was the sound of the door knob..

She spasmed as the door opened..

The door opened with a distinctive sound. A noise that makes one twitch. She clubbed her toes and started to shiver. It was not cold but it was fear. A man entered the room. A normal looking bloke with not so  intimidating looks.. Yet her heart raced with speed. He was in his boxers, sipping tea. "Want something to drink darling dear" he asked,  his voice calm and clear. She only shook her head as her reply.. Like the cat that fears water she whimpered at his presence.. He picked up her tank top and denims that was lying on the floor and threw it on her. " cover yourself sweetheart, the inners are oly good under the sheets not for the streets".. His remarks sarcastic and cruel. With the air of authority and deceiving sweetness he walked around the room.. Keeping all the things back in their places.. The whole haphazardness now becoming clean with his superb dexterity. There was a diary that was lying on the floor. With clinical precaution he pick it up and started to leaf it.

She was sitting on the floor.. Clinging to the clothes he threw at her.. Her eyes fixated on him... There was a syringe next to her.. The needle surprisingly not blunt.. She took it in her hands and aimed to the vein..

The needle pierced into her skin and immediately her skin started to bleed.. The sharp pain reached her brain and she began to shout. She was so blurred with fear that she failed to realise that the syringe was empty.. The man in the room was her husband. And he his reaction to his wife's obscure act was blatant.. After all he was married to her for only a day.. All he was now concerned was the diary.. He placed the diary on the table and started folding the sheets.. Stains of blood was all over the white sheet.. He folded it gingerly and walked away frm the room..

The bleeding stopped and she was back to her senses.She put all strength together and stood up and walked her way to the bathroom.. She freed herself frm the straps of her bra and slipped into the bath tub. The water was hot and felt heavenly. But her anxiety wasn't at ease. . The bloody scars now started to spike sharp burns. "He found my diary. He will read everything. Wat if he gets to knw?" With all questions in her head she lay there naked, confused and afraid.

The husband walked into the empty room. Sound of the running water proving his wife's presence in the bathroom. The diary was the only thing he was keen on. With sensitive care he opened the diary. The first page had a photograph of her. The smile of her reminded him of the first time he met her.. Hair flamboyantly free flowing. The lips curled along the edges and a Dimple that accentuated her simple even more. Below the photograph was her signature... The one that's very difficult to forge. He was surprised and shocked that he doubted that the signature can't be done in one single stroke. Below the signature was her name written in a cartoon like text..

"Charlotte Savio"

He flipped through the next page and found a small poem.

" I am truth,

  the bitter one,

 Sparing none

I may end up alone,

With my flesh and bone.

You my call my heart a stone,

I will take it in a lighter tone. "

The poem reflecting her thoughts about truth. He instantly realized that the diary was nothing but an escape place for all her dire truths. With curiosity intensified by her short poem he turned to the next page and his eyes widened with bafflement...

Getting out of the bath tub Charlotte put on a bathrobe. Though she Pat dried the moisture, the beads of sweat was reappearing. She looked her reflection in the mirror, her eyes dull, her face bright. The soaps create an illusion of glow but none can make the eyes shine.. "Now he knows more that wat I had bargained for.  Is marriage a license to knw all secrets. He's opened my diary. He must have given it a read. Should I be worried and vulnerable or strong and guilt free" asking these questions to herself she slipped the robe down and looked at her naked self.. Soul and flesh both with nothing to hide.. The marks still evident, but she didn't care.. Charlotte took a deep breath and exhaled.. Walking towards the wardrobe to dress herself.

"He is my husband, I shouldn't be afraid of him."

The initial fear that clouded was all becoz she was afraid that her secret will be out. The things that only the walls of her rooms knew. The agony and sweet pleasure that oly experience can fathom. She's ready to share her life with him.. But not her personal secret..

His eyes was fixated on the diary. The more he looked at it, the more he was astounded. Each page with profound verses and phrases. Some of which so deep and very hard to comprehend. He flipped through the pages and reading only when his eyes met with words of his choice.. The last entry was  intriguing. It was a short poem.. The intensity of it was severe..

" the time has finally come,

  The day where ur freedom        is a glory of the past. I'm asked to live with a person I knw of only by his bio-data and a photograph. '.. The moments allowed to share was less than the time I spend talking to the customer care . Paul weds Charlotte was the invitation card. But none cared what my heart longed for.. Love someone with all my heart and see my soul enlighten by his soul's spark.. But nothing can be done now.. I hav to share my soul to a man with whom I've shared nothing but formal greetings. I hav to let go  my  inhibitions. Hav to bare my naked body in his presence.. And have him break my long guarded hymen and bleed..

 It's time.. Its running more faster than expected... "

The poem left him speechless.. But something felt strange.. His nostrils felt weird. The odour that scented the air while he leafed the pages.. It was musty. A closer look at the text revealed something that left him dumbstruck.

All the entries in the diary was of blood!!

Charlotte walked into the room. The moisture had still stuck to her skin. The cool breeze drying her skin at the same time giving her chillness that ran all across. She saw her husband in a state of shock.. The diary in his hand. He turned towards her.. His eyes was not the same as it was earlier. The air of arrogance was no where to be found.. Charlotte in a weak voice said

" I have something to tell you. The things I'm gonna share with you are not something to be proud of. I bear each and every scar with pride. The voices that I hear incessantly, the ones that encourage and discourage, that makes me strong and weak, gives me a cheerful laughter and a hurtful cry. In my lonely times the voices comfort me. But its when I tried to stop them I found ecstasy. When I made my body to respond to their ruthlessness. A sharp blade that touched my skin and I could feel the chillness running through my veins.. I was out of the world and could see God!! With dripping blood I would wake up.. With a pen that hardly writes I dipped it in my blood and inked my soul out.. The diary in ur hands.. That's not just a book with texts.. It's my soul inked with my own blood. Blood became a part of me.. More outside than inside. Many of  my frnds used to share their first period story. Like the way they freaked when they started to bleed. But it wasn't the case for me. Bleeding was a usual habit I practiced and it was happening in the place I never expected. U may be thinking that u shud hav been dead by now.. I had all measures...

Last night's incident was a surprise to me.. The voices were at their worst. I had no other choice than scream and scar myself. And my anxiety kicked in when u saw me half naked with bloody scars. The anxiety grew into fear.

Yes!! U hav married a woman who hears voices and who enjoys pain and loves to bleed excluding her periods.. The medical world calls me schizophrenic, the church tells me I'm possessed and the psychologist tells me I need therapy..

All I need is love... I have seen love and hate.. The high when the endorphins kicks in and the pain that almost kills. You can still walk out of this marriage.

Sympathy can keep us together for a while but love can stitch us for eternity. "

He walked towards her and took her arms in his.. Leaned closer, her breath oxygenating his lungs and whispered in her ears

"I take thee to be my wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and I promise my love to you forevermore. "