Amyra


It was pitch dark inside when I entered. The once familiar room was now a complete mess. The air smelled of blood and puke. A sight that would haunt me for life, I felt nauseate. I took a look at her.
She doesn’t seem to be dead was my initial thought. No, I couldn’t afford to lose her. I couldn’t trust my instincts right then. Not yet. Not after what had happened. The entire week had been rough for us. I hardly had any sleep the last couple of nights and it seemed that tonight would not be any different.
I drew closer to her and took her hand in mine. I could feel her pulse. Nevertheless, she needed to be immediately hospitalized. I took my phone out of my pocket and dialled. “Hello, there is an emergency here…”

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3 days ago
Amyra calling… read the phone screen.
“What is it now? Don’t you understand I’m busy?” I began shouting as soon as I picked up the call. I was stuck in office, working overtime for a colleague who was on leave.
“Didu please don’t give me the-i-am-busy-leave-me-alone crap. I know you better.” Of course you do. I thought and smiled.
“…now stop smiling and pick me up at 8:30. It’s a movie night!”
“Listen Amyra I really can’t…”
“Amyra doesn’t take no for an answer. Oh didu, you still have a lot to learn about me. Don’t forget 8:30. Bye.” I sighed. Younger siblings always want to have it their own way. Amyra was one heck of a sister. Blessed as I was to have her, she knew how to be a pain in the ass sometimes. Anyways I was glad she made the plan which only meant I could leave office an hour early.
I reached home by 8:23 to find my dear sister in a pair of jeans and a loose tee. “You aren’t dressed up?” I was surprised to find my sister not being her usual fashionista.
“I’m ready to go.” That was all she said in a tone that was anything but cheerful.
The movie wasn’t bad but what was worse was Amyra’s mood by the end of it. In a lame attempt to cheer her, I got her all-time favourite black current ice cream. We came to a nearby park and sat on a bench, still worried about Amyra’s mood.
“I liked the music of the movie but the dialogues were pretty lame.” I tried making simple conversation.
“I need to talk to you about something.” Her voice was agitated.
“What’s up Amyra?”
“There is something you need to know…”
My phone rang right then. I checked the caller id, it was my boss.
“I have to take this call Amyra, its urgent.”
“So you were saying?”
She looked at me for a moment. “I want to go home.” Uncertainty clouded her dark eyes.
I didn’t prod her further. “OK.”

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I sat outside the ICU as I tried to calm myself down.
“Ms. Ahuja, your sister is currently in a grave state. We will try our best to save her.” said the doctor.
I stayed awake the entire night. A thousand thoughts buzzed into my brain at the same time. Trying to find an answer as to why my little sister decided to end her life. What was so wrong with her life that she had to take such a huge step? Was there something bothering her? She had come to my room yesterday night? Was she going to tell me something? Questions popped dozen to a minute but I failed to find an answer.
I closed my eyes and recalled last night once again.

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1 day ago        

There was a knock on the door. It was Amyra. 
“Do you want to have some coffee didu?”

 It was almost midnight and I still had a pile of work to do. “Okay” coffee was always a good idea.
She returned with two cups of coffee. As she was handling me the cup, her hand lost control and the coffee spilled over my laptop.
“Amyra!! Do you always have to be this careless?”
“I’m sorry didu, I didn’t mean to…” she left the room crying.
Next morning Amyra came up to me at breakfast. Her face red, her eyes swollen.
“I need your help.”  
“Not now Amyra. I have an important client coming up. I need to work on this presentation. Something I should have finished last night but couldn't thanks to you. Go away now.” I said and dismissed her. 

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“Ms. Ahuja?” I heard the doctor call out. My eyes flew open.
“How is Amyra now?” I asked, anxiously.
The doctor handed me her report.
“I want you to read it.” Trembling, I opened the report.
“Overdose of d…drugs?” I asked, shocked.
He nodded.  
“This is rubbish!”
“Ms. Ahuja do you recall any strange changes in her behaviour recently?”  
“Yes. In fact I did notice her behaving a bit strange. And I remember just a day ago, I caught her trembling and shaking.”
“Did she make any attempts to talk to you before?”
“I remember her coming up to me a couple of times and saying she wanted to talk. But I thought this might be one of her pranks to trou…”
“Ms. Ahuja, acceptance and speaking up can help change the face of addiction.  It is the primary step towards recovery. We tried our best but as the damage was irreversible she couldn’t make it alive. I’m sorry for your loss.” He said and left me in the same state of darkness what my sister was found in.

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