chapter one
i used to have long chats with my bestfriend who lived inside my head and also back in my old city, having no clue that i had spawned her ethereal twin. then, when she telephones, i would forget to tell her a lot of important details as i had already shared the lengths and breadths of it with her twin i carried within. and there usually ensued little quarrels over why i omitted mentions of that and this, but then, i tell her about her twin and all dissolves in bouts of giggles.
she was my lifeline to sanity.
this went on for a couple of years and more. my bestfriend continued to live elsewhere and flourish in my head.
life had its plans for both of us. she fell in love and so did i. she found the right man and i found one too. she had ups and little downs. i had ups and ups for sometime, then ups and downs, then big downs and small ups, then downs and downs.
she went on to marry the man she loved. i was straining on the ropes of divorce.
all the while, we spoke at lengths on whats and whys of my dire straits. she was on her honeymoon when my sky crashed. i broke into a million pieces. the her in my head shattered with me. days went by and the wind carried away specks of me. i was holding my wake when she called. period.
chapter two
the resurrected me, had gaping holes all over. i wasn't pheonix's favourite. chunks of decay had to be chopped off. i knew gangrene killed.
our calls became infrequent. i was being sucked into the vortex of trouble. she watched, helplessly. she wanted to stop my misery. but i let the demon gobble me up. she grew angry. our conversations became rarer. they turned into accusations from her and explanations from me. she on the offensive, me defensive. it went on. how and when we moved to rival camps, i do not know.
then one day, she pulled the trigger on me.
bang bang, she shot me down
bang bang, i hit the ground
bang bang, that awful sound
bang bang, my baby shot me down
