05 February, 2013

Dreams of David

It was falling apart. He knew it. He also knew that the only way out was to go through the rough patch. Deciding so David came back home to confront his failing marriage from the shop he owned, after two days of continuous and vain work. Opening the door he found his wife Ivy at the kitchen and went forward with big smile on his face and said “Hey. What are you up to?”

“Why does it bother you?” she snubbed him in an instant and went on with her cooking while he returned, feeling sad, to the bedroom and hit the bed. The two days of hard toil had been in vain and he was already running late in repayment of loans. The loan shark had given him a week’s time two days back for the repayment of the amount payable to him and it was for this that he tried so hard. The losses from his business were the reason for his failing marriage, he believed and that his private computer hardware company was hit because of the recession in the economy. While these thoughts went on in his mind, his eyes pulled themselves down, despite the evening sun shedding their light over his face, after working for the two days without a single minute of rest.

The sun came down and went well below the horizon without disturbing David until some noise disturbed David from his sleep. The door of his bedroom was slightly open and light from the hall came through it illuminating the darkness in the room. With droopy eyes he got up from the bed and continued towards the door and had a look at the digital clock which hung on the wall showing that it was seven at night and he stopped his movement when he began hearing the voice of his beloved.

“Yes. Mr John… I am really sure of getting the divorce… Please get the necessary papers ready… I am yet to speak to him about this… I don’t even want any of his property or anything from him… I just want to get over with this… Yes. I will give you all the detail the coming weekend… Sharp at nine… I will be there.” Spoke Ivy over the phone which clearly indicated that the person she was talking to was a lawyer. She had gone through a lot of hardships the last few months and was too weak to bear it anymore. Ranging from frequent harsh responses to accusations of infidelity, she had heard it all from the only man she loved or the only man she had loved. Her decision was to leave him and no one was there in her mind.

Wide awake with an aching heart, the pain of loss was something he had never experienced and was now feeling it hard to even think of the loss of his wife. He was now at the bed with tears flowing down his cheeks and he was trying hard to control himself. Gaining control from the shock he had just received, he went out of the room and seated himself on the sofa. Trying to be nice he flashed a smile at his wife who in return took no notice and finished her work before going to sleep.

The situation was out of his control and he vividly understood the same. Whatever was happening was irreparable. Being an ardent believer of god he consoled himself by saying that god would take care of him and his problems. Getting up from the sofa he wandered around his own home like a vagrant in search of a home and finally reached his daughter’s room.

She was fast asleep with her black hair falling down her face from the right side covering the beautiful face of hers adding to the innocence of the nine year old. It had been a long time since he had admired his daughter like that. He had no time to do such things and was well consumed in his work. It had been a long time since he had even seen his daughter. Seeing her was one thing which he loved but now he had to make time to have a look at her. Looking at his Mary and thinking all this, he inadvertently began crying alongside her bed, barely realizing it. When she twitched, he got conscious and left the room, leaving the guilt at the doorstep of her room.

Sofa was occupied again and he began to nap with his head hanging behind over the back rest as he drooped. With a loud bang the television in front of him worked and he woke up startled to find his wife at the entrance of the bed room facing the television with the remote controller in her hand. She was an ardent follower of the late night news for she believed that that was the time when really good news discussions came up. Coming with an indifferent look on her face she wore the mask of a person interested in the news while in reality her mind was wavering all around the world and over her better half.

“Dear.” David started, “I know that I have been rude to you. I am sorry for all that I have done. Please bear with me. I will only be a matter of weeks until I return to normal and we can be the same old couple we once were.”
“So you do realize that we are not the same. Do you know what all I have missed because of you? I have shared your success and am very much ready to share your losses but only if you trust me. That’s it. Trust. This is the only thing that I have lost. The past few weeks have been the worst of my life.” Inadvertently tears rolled down her cheeks and they flickered among the varying colours from the television. The colours changed and so did her mind. She chose to go to sleep rather than continuing the exchanges and rose up.

“But it was always you. You are the one who spoiled our relationship with infidelity. Who is he? Have you left him? Rather than shifting the onus on me, it would be great if you’d rise up to accept your mistakes.” David called to the retreating woman of his life.

“Shit. Disgusting. How can you say such vile things?” screeched Ivy in the way woman normally do to such remarks “Once you have gone to such extents, how do you expect me to be with you? I have asked my lawyer to prepare papers for divorce. Please leave me alone. I want to get away from these shits of yours.” Her voice rose to great stubbornness and she continued along her path with tears rushing down her eyes desperately to see the earth and fall down on the ground to split into many smaller droplets.

His eyes were red in anger and sorrow. Tears had dried up and he had no more left to shed. Not that he was feeling to do so. His heart ached no more but raged with fire that was lit by her in the midst of his melt-down in an opportune to pacify the leaving dove. Her words still echoed in his head. “How do you expect me to be with you?” Was this why she left him? Maybe the other guy is far privileged than David and had bought her off the markets in hopes of entertainment for a reasonable time until the copulation? It was all a speculation. Maybe he was well-hung?

The cigar at David’s mouth burned as fast as his mind speculated and was almost at its end but still his wavering mind had not ended its journey in to the void of imaginations but only soared higher than practicality until he returned to the world in which we live because of a knock at the door. His mind raced to the unexpected and uninvited guest of his who was at the doorstep waiting for him to react by opening the door but he was there, sitting, guessing as to who might it be at the odd hour of eleven at night.

From the second knock he realised his out worldliness and started but in the meantime a door 
creaked inside the house and lo behold, Ivy came out of the room and went on to open the door. The tall and comparatively dark person stood at the doorstep and pushed aside Ivy to enter the house despite her repeated attempts to persuade him to leave. He caught hold of her and wetted her lips sweetly in front of David while she didn’t even attempt to resist his adulterous and immoral advance.

“Why are you making her cry? Can’t you see that she’s changed and doesn’t love you anymore? She is mine now. No one can separate us. She wants out with you.” The person declared to David as he kept advancing forward with Ivy in his hand.
“She’s my wife. How dare you lay on her your hands?” David retaliated to the anonymous lover of Ivy who was well built and structured and thereby instilling fear in the mind of David while he artfully disguised his fear with a tone that seemed to suggest that he was breaking down.

“She’s mine now.”
“You bitch. After all I did to keep you. You fucking bitch. Bloody swine” David swore at his wife in a fit of rage and sorrow.
“One more word and I will break your neck.” Exploded the buffed-up man and then turned towards his love “Come with me now or I will be here with the police for your rescue.”

Ivy and her lover started to have conversations about the next actions to be taken by them to unite once and forever and thereby putting an end to the menaces of David towards her. The man was ready and set to leave with Ivy convincing him of her safety in being with David until the next day and he once again planted a kiss. Unable to bear the act of immorality, as per David’s morals, David took out the long bat which was lying in its stand across the room and swung it with full might to injure the head and bring down the far stronger man. His fit of rage made him to beat the man continuously until the bat slipped off his hands and then he took the painting hanging on the wall and boke it on his head. Suddenly he felt severe pain at the back of his head and turned to find that his wife was holding the bat in her hand but before he could react anymore he blacked out.

The white room had one mirror and was filled with a table and two chairs at the opposite sides of the table. He laid there on the white floor and slowly brought himself up on heels and had look at the mirror. Two men entered the room and pushed him into one of the chairs and tied him down and thus immobilising David.

In the next room Ivy sat, with a muscular person in front of her, wearing a worried face which also explicitly endorsed her anxiety in the matter. The man in front of her was wearing a long white coat and was looking into a report provided to him by one of his associates.
“But what has happened to him?”
“That my lady is the problem at hand. He is suffering from hallucinations. Schizophrenia probably. We are yet to study him with more insight. You may return tomorrow by evening to have a chat with him. I will call you later in the evening to update you of his status. I guess he started hallucinating last evening, right?” asked the doctor to Ivy.

“I don’t know. If he has been hallucinating then it could be for a long while now. He has changed completely in the last few months. He dreams of various… indecent acts. I mean he hallucinates.” Replied Ivy with tears flowing from her eyes and in a fragile tone as she broke down on hearing that he has become a mentalist.
“That is common. Many people hallucinate what they fear the most. Being put under immense pressure may cause patients to hallucinate. Was he under pressure yesterday? What happened?” interrogated the doctor

“He came home by evening after two days of continuous work. He hadn’t slept the night before and was out at the office. He hit the bed and woke up later at night. We were having a disagreement and were not conversing well with each other. I snubbed him and went to sleep. Then I hear some noises from the hall and go out to find him breaking everything at the house. I thought it was his anger. But then he started shouting. He was speaking to someone. I… I was afraid. His bat slipped off his hands. Not knowing what else to do I hit him on the head after some time.”

“Lucky that he didn’t have any concussions. His head seems alright and there is no notable physical damage to the head in spite of the hard blow dealt. Just some minor injury for the moment. At least that’s what I have been told by these reports. He should be fine in a few weeks under the medication and counselling. It won’t be a major problem. The problem is when he reaches an advanced stage. I conclude that he is not in a risky position as of now.” The doctor concurred “By the way, are you planning to get divorced? He was saying something like that. If that is true then it could be the reason why he started hallucinating.”

“No doctor. Never in my life have I thought of divorcing him. May have a chat with him doctor?” Ivy pleaded.
“It would be better not to.”
“Please doctor. I beg you.”
“But only for a few seconds.”
“Thank you doctor.” She said with gleaming eyes that expressed her full-hearted comment.

She proceeded with caution and fear into the white room in which her husband was tied up as the doctor signalled the guard at the door to let her through after getting briefed by them of the safety precautions to be taken and leaving the hazardous objects with the guard. Inside he saw her with awe and amazement and signalled her with his head to take the seat opposite to him and she followed suit.

“Even though I hate it I wish you to be happy with him. Take care of Mary. Tell her that I love her.”
“I am not leaving you.”
“No. No need of your love. I know that you set me up.”
“David. I will be back. Bye.”
“To see me dead? Fuck off.”

With last words of his ringing in her ear Ivy came out of the room and acknowledged the doctor’s assurance with a nod of her head and continued outside the hospital. Waving her hand she stopped and got into a taxi to her home hoping to see her husband back in shape and fit.

She took her phone from her pocket and dialled a set of numbers from her call history and waited for someone to pick the phone at the other end.

“Hello. Mr John? This is Ivy. I would… No. I want you to stop preparing the papers or divorce. I have changed my mind.”

---The End---

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