Part - 2 "DEMONS"

As soon as Tom Sawyer decided that he would take huckleberry fin’s Oath of swearing in blood that no one would know he stole money from her Aunt I closed my English course book and threw it across the table. It had been an hour since my interaction with a funny angel voice but the leather pouch across the table was still smiling at me.

‘I wonder if Dad’s purse is still in there’ I allowed deep breath to escape as I ran to inspect the Leather pouch again. The purse was still in there containing my treasure and a secured ticket to never land, the video game parlor. ‘I can’t betray my inner voice, the fear of being a thief is not my piece of cake’ I thought and left the purse on the table the way it was, not a thing missing.

Suddenly, the presence of someone shocked me; I turned around to face a strange man looking in me straight in the eyes. He resembled James Bond; my sister had said he was the most handsome man on earth. I looked at him and I felt the same, there was nothing wrong about him, What appealed to me most were his green eyes and a thin yet radiant smile on his lips.

I smiled back at him.”Hello, My little friend” he whispered. I was happy, Bond thought I was his friend; this could easily be the happiest day of my life, though I didn’t appreciate him calling me little. ‘I’m a grown up, I shall prove this to him’ I thought.

Trying to sound like my Dad, I asked “Do I know you?” He eyed me for a moment and then spoke “Yes, I know you pretty well, I am a part of you, When things go wrong, When you feel let down, I come to your rescue, I am your friend”. He gave a stiff nod and continued “How is your day going, it’s not normal for me to find you studying at this hour of the day”

I was impressed with his friendly mind-set towards me; I felt he was a true friend. I gave him a sad look “The day has been boring, I have finished all my home work and now waiting for something exciting to happen”

He shrugged “Don’t complain to me, I see a Video game parlor right out the window filled with kids of your age playing games which I don’t even understand”.”However….. The relevant question here is, Why are you still here seeming exceedingly jaded?” he said, his voice sermonic.

I wondered if he would lend me some money, he was my friend and I guessed it wouldn’t be such a mistake to ask him nonetheless, I was shy but I continued “I have no money, I love that game parlor and all my friends will be found there only stuck with their most wanted games, Will u lend some money? You are a friend and you know I am getting bored with absolutely nothing to do, I will repay you as soon as I get my pocket money for the week”

He chuckled “I have no money but I see your dad’s purse lying on the table, if you want to borrow some money then who else can be better for it than your dad”. “Take the money out and leave No one’s even here, who will know?”

My head was spinning “God is watching me, He is everywhere, He is my inner voice, I feel I am doing wrong and I will be punished” I blurted out.

He was angered with my words. He tried hard to conceal it but the effect was visible, I could see a big vein on his forehead, Ready to burst any second.

“God is a term coined by the weaklings, People who don’t have faith in themselves and who choose to believe in their inner voice than their actions. Actions are very important, we should believe in our own capabilities and measures than to listen to a voice which prevents us from doing and conquering many goals, many dreams we can’

He continued “You will be punished when you are caught, But is it not better to get a few scolding’s and get it off your head, Again that’s not even a possibility no one is here who would even know?”

The man did make sense, Even if I got caught what could happen, and if I was caught and I explained things to dad he will understand, ‘He loves me a lot’ I exclaimed. But the fear the guilt of being caught was a lot to take.”I am very scared as to what will happen if I get caught, My parents will be hurt, My friends will think I’m a thief’ I cried.

He smiled at me, took me beside the window. Pointing at my friends inside the parlor he said “Do you think all of these kids get money from their parents? Do you think Rohan’s parents allow him deliberately to play and enjoy these games all day during his holidays?”

Rohan I instantly remembered him, the gamer wizard of my class. He was my icon; I always wanted to win all the games as he did, just as I was thinking he took out a white magic ball from his long black over coat. “Look into it” he said. As I peeked, I saw Rohan borrowing money from his mom’s purse while she was in the bathroom. ‘Heck, if Rohan can do it, why can’t I? Why should I always be inferior to him?’ I thought.

Caught up in my own feelings, I silently rented my treasure from Dad’s purse and placed it there as if nothing had ever happened. I was intrigued though, I wanted to know who my friend was. I tried to search for him but he had disappeared too.

The walk to the Videogame parlor was agonizing, In spite of everything my friend had said, I still felt sick of myself. I remembered a prayer my mom used to utter to god whenever she thought she did something that wouldn’t please him. ‘This would settle the scores’ I thought.

As I entered the parlor and booked a seat for my favorite game, I couldn’t help myself but utter these few words “Dear god, if you love videogames, I know you would understand why I did this. I am your favorite son, Please forgive me”