I was walking towards the whitewashed school building. Someone sprinted towards me from behind and caught my hand. I jerked back my hand only to find Jason staring at me with a hurt look in his eyes. I was genuinely sorry. He was a good friend and honestly, I knew that he was madly in love with me. But I had told him frankly that I could never get serious with him. I just didn't find that person whom I have been searching for years and I knew until I found that one man of my dreams, I would never ever fall in love. He had finally grudgingly agreed to be just my friend.

"Sorry Jase," I said, that's a reflex action, "You know the spinal reflex arc right?"

He gave a small laugh at my anatomical reference. And fell into step beside me. It was not long before he was tugging my school bag so that he could take it from me and lighten my burden. Again I refused...This went on till we reached the class and as he left my side I saw an unusual hubbub. A group of my batchmates stood around one of the backbenches. I was curious to know what the big deal was.

Moving towards the group slowly, I heard someone say, "Hi, new boy! What's the matter, bro? Don't you speak English?"

"You're just a freaking Russian," someone else commented.

A third just shoved someone sitting on the last bench. And they all burst out in laughter.

I couldn't take it any longer. They were bullying a newcomer to our class.

"Hey you guys," I shouted as all 38 eyes turned to me, "If you have nothing else to do, go and prepare for your Physiology Viva."

The crowd dispersed as soon as it had formed. Slowly I moved towards a young man who was staring at the floor his head bowed.

"Hey it's all right," I reassured, "They listen to me. They won't hurt you ever again. There's my hand of pledge in it."

He looked up at me, liquid chocolate eyes, a lopsided grin, perfect, sharp facial features and carrying a deep yet playful nature which was evident in his eyes as his met mine briefly and then suddenly it was like I was falling, falling from a height, an endless gorge... his voice cool and smooth with determination floated from somewhere, "YA lyublyu tebya,(Я люблю тебя) Roza, I love you." I could hear my voice too, soft and unsure, "I love you too, you are just made for me. I love you Дмитрий. (Dmitriy) "

And then I woke up with a start. All the events that I had forgotten...all my past which I had left behind rushed back to me in one huge gush. The events flashed before my eyes like a cinema roll getting stored in my blank memory...replaying each and every joy, stabbing me with each and every pain in my life, my disappointment and anger and my broken heart.

The sudden attack was so intense that for a moment I thought my heart would fail. It was flickering like a lamp about to go off. I clutched my chest and gasped for air. The pain was unbearable, I dug my nails into my arm, drawing blood, as if the pain could distract me from the one in my heart.

A nurse rushed in from somewhere and immediately forced me down on the bed. I protested against her. I tried to say that I was fine and that I needed time to cope up with all the horrible memories. I struggled to get free.

She was so not ready to listen and I was getting impatient. I shoved her back with all my strength...my anger transforming into immense strength. She staggered back, her eyes wide and she gave a small scream. Two more nurses appeared from somewhere and tried to pin me with the full force of their body's weight. I thrashed around wildly, trying to get out of bed and trying to explain the cause of my behaviour...

I felt a sudden tingling in my arm followed by a sharp pain and my world blurred into a mix of colours. It was like I was lost in a maze. I was being sedated! Morphine?

I tried to say, "Wait. Stop. Why are you doing this to me? I don't need sedatives, I am not aggressive at all. I won't hurt anyone. Please..." But my silent cries reached no one as I plunged into blissful darkness again. Only if oblivion could make me forget what happened a couple of years back...Only if oblivion and sedation was the solution to this problem...I entered the same dream, again...

I am turning the pages of my book. Our English literature teacher, Mrs Cornwall, was calling out our roll numbers sitting in her place. Suddenly hearing my name from her desk, I look up to find that guy standing before the teacher who is beaming at him. 'Miss Rosella! Would you help your new friend with the assignment? He joined midterm and doesn't have my class notes. Please help him, honey, " my teacher speaks up looking at me. Before I could say any more, he rushes to my desk, his long hair wildly fluttering in the air.

"Сожалею(Sozhaleyu...Sorry)," he says very politely. His words make me look up at his eyes..something I had never done for a boy. I immediately take out my notes and hand them to him. He looks at me for a while and gives a smile which makes my day. Such was the goodness in that heart that could wait for hours for love and for affection, that I feel my heart melt..."Спасибо, " he whispers...His voice, oh my God! It was just the right texture of harshness and love, a voice, resounding and perfect. So perfect that it hurt me. My heart feels weak. Why do I feel so? It is something different.

"Пожалуйста,(Pozhaluysta...Welcome)" I say. He looks at me amazed. His eyes bore deeper into me and I lose myself in them.

A/N You DON'T know how much I like this contest. It's lovely...I would want to go on writing forever...so my 2000 are completed....waiting for the results...😍☺🙂Read Daydreams by me please....