“All the best” Michael teased.
“Yeah, I need it. But today is new moon. She will be normal” George said.
“Who?” Jayson asked.
“Room number 013 Miss. Jesse Thompson. Her whole future got wasted.” George said.
“Hmm… I have read about her in the newspaper curious case of Jesse Thompson” Jayson said.
“She keeps on hurting herself” George said.
“On new moon days she speaks normally as though she has no mental disability. She once told me she writes whatever she remembers. She--” “Someone pressed the siren.” Jayson interrupted Michael.
Michael and Jayson headed for the 2nd floor of the wing and George got ready for his night duty on 1st floor.
It was 10.30 pm and already few patients had gone to sleep. The table where George sat was just opposite to room number 013. The cell had a mid sized window, a cot, a plastic jug and a plastic cup. Jesse always attempted to cut her veins or damage herself whenever she got her senses so the authority had removed all the sharp objects which she may use. Her cell did not even have a fan for she tried to hang herself using her rob. The table fan was kept facing in her direction but outside the cell.
“Don’t stare at me” Jesse shouted at George.
“I--” George hesitated.
“I know. Look its new moon. I won’t hurt you. Can you please let me out just for a while?” Jesse asked.
“I am sorry. I can not do that” George said.
Jesse turned her back and was sobbing hard. She does it whenever she gets her senses back.
“What do you keep writing?” George asked.
“Everything which I remember” Jesse replied in a choked voice.
“I know little about you. Why do you hurt yourself?” George asked cautiously.
“I am tired of being trapped in here. I know that I am normal only on new moon days. The boy, he keeps coming to me and drives me crazy. I can let go from him by killing myself”
“Who?” George asked.
“Ted, yes Ted is the name. He…he made me like this” Jesse said holding the bar tightly.
“We have a whole night. You can tell me.” George said and settled comfortably opposite to her cell offering her a cup of coffee.
“It’s long time since I drank a coffee. I love coffee” Jesse said still tears streaming down her rosy cheeks.
“I don’t mind saying but whoever learns my story dies.” Jesse said.
“I don’t believe in it. You speak fearlessly” George said with a wry smile.
“Jesse Thompson of New Jersey 25 years old won 800 meters relay and a national champion in athletes. That was me. I had a habit of jogging or a brisk walk early in the morning by 4.00 am near the sea shore. I remember clearly, it was Tuesday morning 4.30 I saw a boy of age 10. He was lying on his back unconscious and soaking wet. I took him and laid him on a bench. Little while later I decided to depart when I found he was getting his consciousness. As I stood up he caught my hands. He smiled and mumbled thanks and I went on my way. You won’t believe me, where he touched the skin developed red scar so deep but it did not pain me.
That evening, I fell terribly sick but by next morning I was fit and fine. A usual jog around 4.15 am. I saw the boy sitting on the same bench where I had left him before. He waved. As I was returning back I could feel someone following me. When I turned he stood there blankly. I had no idea of what was going on. But I can say that whenever I felt his presence the scar burned and blood seeped out.
That night, I went to take bath. I saw his reflection on the mirror. I just let go the thought. But as I came out, my bedroom which was neat was now messed up and on the walls written ‘ted’. I scrubbed the whole night but it would reappear again and again. Initially the name was written on three places as I scrubbed the first one it multiplied.
Tired and scared I retired to the bed. I got my fever back and I was shivering from head to toe. I heard a quite chuckle and I saw ted right beside me. He came near and he touched my throat that’s all I remember about that night. The next day I woke up on the sea shore with bruises all over my throat. I saw the boy sitting beside me. He followed wherever I go.
I told my sister about it but she just chucked my words. She could not see the cuts but could see that I was pale and short of hemoglobin count. It was then one day, she came into my room with coffee and saw me scrubbing the walls and cleaning mirror where the boy’s name was written. I could see myself the blood oozing out from cuts and new cuts growing even more deeper than the previous one.
I told her again but still she didn’t believe me. She saw Ted in the mirror alongside me. Ted was talking to my sister, "I need your sister. Her blood and life can bring me back on earth."The next day, I learned she was no more.
Officer, I want to die. I don’t want Ted to torture me and win over me at any cost. I don’t know why he is behind me. I sense him officer, he is near us.”
Officer felt someone pass by, “Whose there?” George called out. A gust of wind and George saw a boy of 10 near him, “Ted”.
“Good day, George” Michael said.
“Emergency 911” Michael said in his walky-talky.
“I told him he will die” Jesse said with a wry smile on her tired face.
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