{ CHAPTER - 25 } LOST HOPES

!Clack!

He entered through the front door of his house. "I'm ho-"

Why does he continue doing the same thing wrong? Karma bowed his head and clicked his tongue in frustration with himself. "Old habits do die hard."

!Baam!

He slammed the door shut in wrath.

Karma removed his shoes, proceeded across the messy hallway, entered the living room, sat down on the couch, and switched on the television.

!Today, there's been an increase in the stocks and-!

He changed the channel from news to sports. !The Indian cricket team–!

He quickly changed the sports channel too and switched to movies. !And with this–!

Before the TV figure could finish speaking, he swiftly switched the channel again, this time to drama. He then rapidly switched to news, followed by sports, drama, movies, and cartoons.

"ARGGHH!!"

In his rage, he tossed the remote, breaking the vase next to the TV in the process.

Karma got up and unplugged the television. "Everything is pointless."

Karma entered the kitchen and removed the leftovers from the refrigerator. While he waited for roughly two to three minutes, he microwaved his supper. Even two minutes seemed like hours in anguish.

"HURRY UP!!"

!Ting!

He removed the food, placed it on a plate, and then proceeded to the dining table, where he sat in the chair in the corner and placed the plate in front of him.

He didn't eat; instead, he simply observed the food while reflecting on his life. Even though the food was growing cold, he did not even touch it; instead, he just gazed.

"Kar...m..a"

The voice of his father echoed in his mind and he lost it for a second.

"ARGGHHAAAA!!! FUCK THIS"

!Baam!

In a fit of rage, he leaped back and hurled the plate, which slammed into the wall and broke into pieces, scattering food all over the floor.

Karma felt foolish as he got up from the chair and saw the mess he had made. He said while lowering his head in self-disgust. "What the fuck am I doing wrong?"

To clean up the mess he created, Karma went to grab the mop.

Blood and dead victims were replaced by the vision of spilled food when he knelt to clean it up. A sharp pain shot through his chest, causing him to clutch it hard as he stopped and began breathing rapidly. He then attempted to gently rise.

The blood was slowly making its way to his feet, and his eyes were going insane.

!Thud!

He dropped to his knees as the blood reached his feet. His breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, and he felt as though he would faint at any moment.

His right hand was trapped to the ground while his left hand gripped his chest more firmly than previously to brace himself against falling.

When Karma's right hand hit the ground strangely, he looked to see what was wrong; when he twisted it, he noticed that it was covered in blood on the floor; when things continued to get worse, Karma lost all patience.

When he looked attentively, he could see "You," "Killed us," inscribed on the foreheads of the two heads that had just come down near him. It was the two heads of none other than his parents, which is much worse.

"AAAAAAAA!!!"

He sprang back and landed on his butt while screaming, his heart about to burst.

(Karma?)

He calmed himself and understood that he was merely having a hallucination when Agastha yelled his name.

"Huh? What was I?"

He was in the midst of a breakdown, but he was blind to it.

"Ach–"

While seated on his butt, he put his hands behind him and unintentionally put his left hand on the shards of the broken glass.

When he saw that his hand was bleeding, he had a little irritated and furious appearance. "Tch, that's fucking annoying."

He saw that several shards were lodged in his hand as he stood up, but fortunately, they weren't too little and he was able to remove them with his right hand. "Ouch"

He cleaned his hand after removing the shards, disinfected it, and then rough-bandaged it.

!Ring-Ring!! Ring-Ring!

Karma received a call on his phone as he was sitting on his couch and mindlessly gazing at his hurt hand.

His phone, which was on the table, continued to ring, but he chose to ignore it since he believed the caller would hang up if he did not answer. However, this was not the case.

(Shouldn't you answer it?)

After that evening, he didn't glance at his phone since he was tired of everything, so the incessant ringing irritated him and he snapped once again.

Without even glancing at who was calling, he walked over to the table, grabbed his phone, and slammed it against the wall. "ARGH, FUCKING SHUT UP,"

His phone was destroyed, broken up, and destroyed.

While Karma's fury was evident on his face, it was hidden from view because he was oblivious that his rage was slowly devouring him from the inside.

Karma noticed something on the floor that drew his attention when the phone cracked and everything eventually calmed down.

He moved, scooped up the thing off the floor, and clenched it in his hand. It was a memory card with pictures of him and his family on it.

Karma unlocked his laptop and used a USB drive to transfer all the data from the card. As he saw all the pictures rush before his eyes, he shed a small tear of remorse.

He finished the transfer, put his laptop in a secure location, and moved toward the damaged window. When he peeked outside, it was getting dark.

Karma opened the fridge and searched for something appetizing because he was hungry but lacked the will to prepare food for himself.

He searched in the cupboard and pulled out some packets of uncooked noodles, eating them without even cleaning or heating them. He had already taken some tomatoes, bananas, and apples out of the refrigerator, but it was not enough.

CHAPTER - 25 - TO BE CONTINUED