Pratik Mainali

Pratik is a high school graduate from Trinity International College, Dilli Bazaar, Kathmandu.

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Published On: November 2, 2017 10:09 AM NPT By: Pratik Mainali



Shahil looked at the board with his face red. His back was aching with searing pain due to the beating he had just received. His hands moved restlessly and his eyes were filled with fury.

The English teacher had just hit him for not concentrating enough. He could feel the nerves jumping on his forehead and his head started to undergo a dull ache. The world was beginning to blur before him. 

Suddenly, realizing that there was a deafening silence in the room, he looked at the board. The teacher was looking at him with his eyes wide open - giving him a deathly stare. He felt cold wind cut through his jacket and a shudder went through him.

“What are you thinking?” said the teacher, his voice ice cold.

Shahil’s eyes dropped to the teacher’s shoe. This infuriated the teacher even more.
“What the hell are you thinking?” The teacher was serious. 

Gasps could be heard and now Shahil could feel eyes crawling over his back. He clenched his fists; he did so when he got nervous. His eyes remained on the shoe. 

“Look at me”, commanded the teacher. The voice was so thunderous that his eyes flew to meet his teachers unnerving.

“What did Mr. Smith say to Carrie?” Shahil was puzzled until he realized that his teacher was talking about the lesson. 

“The.. The” 

A murmur of laughter followed.

He was occupied with something utterly different. He could feel something coming closer to his ears. Something soft, like a dense warm air, was cluttering around his ears and producing a whisper ‘Rosebud’. He was now oblivious to the world around him. He started drifting to a state of half-consciousness. 

He felt his hands being jerked and he emerged back to the real world. The teacher, unable to stand the fact that the student was mocking him, or so what he thought, furiously slapped him across the face.  His ears began ringing ROSEBUD again and again. A demolish anger possessed him.

‘ROSEBUD’, a loud shriek was heard. Shahil was sure the voice came from inside his head. The voice was no longer soft and now and everyone, including the teacher, gasped in horror. 

“Shahil” a soft voice, but not the voice that talked to him before appeared before his ears.
“Beta”, he realized that it was his teacher’s voice. Why was his teacher so gentle with him all of a sudden?

The teacher’s hands were around him and he realized he was semiconscious. 
“Are you alright, beta”. 

Blood came pouring out both his ears and his eyes were sinking down his skull. Suddenly and violently blood squirted from his nose to the teacher’s face - rendering him unrecognizable. His deeply set jaw flew wide open and a horrific scream came from it: ROOOOSEBUD.

His chest hurt from the unbearable oppression of the lungs. The scream had squeezed every ounce of breath from it-and he was now slipping into deepest of slumber. As he fell down- the back of his head slamming into the floor his teacher feel on top of him.  The students surrounded the body and just as one of them was about to touch it.  

There came a shriek from the walls: ROSEBUD. All the students ran out of the room in fright. 

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