7. Anger Issues

Aryans pov

I was reading the poem written in the article by Melody. It is a nice poem but why nowadays is she writing more about love? But why am I not happy for her? I just love her work and also want to know the real person behind Melody. I want to know her, talk to her and…and I don't know. I don't know, I just want to feel her presence and spend time with her. I want to spend hours and minutes talking to her about love and poetries. I know for sure that she is a girl.

Flashback,

I still remember the first time when I read her column. It was a pretty bad day for me. I was recovering from my trauma and was taking therapies for that. The reason why I had to transfer to the school. I was so depressed that day recounting all that happened in my life after that one accident. That accident changed my life forever. From a fun-loving guy who enjoys life up to its fullest. I became a silent and reserved person with no reason left in my life. It became hard to trust anyone. That day I was at the school's terrace, wondering about all that happened in the past years. Tears started coming out of my eyes without my permission. It was difficult to hold it now. I want to get rid of this pain. I don't wanna live. I was thinking of jumping off the terrace. And then suddenly, a newspaper came with the flow of air and got stuck in my face and changed my mood slightly. A smile came to my face when I saw the newspaper, my eyes straight away went to the Maze column and read the title.

If Life had a Name I would call it LOVE

Love the pretty smile

Love the unexpected ride

Love the new life

Love the peace of mind

Love the ones who loved you

Love the ones who do not love you

Love the happiness

Love the sadness

Cherishing all the emotions being felt

I love you. Even If I do not know you

I love you for humanity

I want you to live

Live and cherish what you have

Love me the way I love you

Maybe one day we meet

Or have a glimpse

And If you saw me smiling, watching you

Start loving this life more than yesterday.

By Melody

After reading it, I took a step back and felt ashamed of what I was going to do. A newspaper saved my life today. I saw this life with a new perspective. I want to live to cherish all the emotions that come and go. And enjoy the happiness and sadness by living in the moment. It was that day when I felt so thankful for Melody.

My flashback ended as I saw the mail she had given in the end. I wanted to memorise it but all of a sudden Shyna snatched the newspaper and tore that part. I was in a rage so I held her wrist and took her out of the class.

"Aryan, where are you taking me, leave me. My wrist is hurting. Calm down, Aryan. We were just joking. Aryan, leave my hand. Everyone is seeing me. I have an image in the school. Aryan, I said, "LEAVE ME NOW". Shyna was continuously screaming at Aryan but he remained ignorant.

Aryan took her to the terrace and started yelling at Shyna with an annoyed and irritated tone, "Shyna, How many times have I told you to stay away from me and my stuff? And stop being clingy with me. Stop creating your stupid nuisance. You are not my girlfriend, you know that. We have talked about this. I did not say "NO" to you at that time, because everyone was there. And then you just asked me to stay silent. But now, it's enough. I do not allow you to enter my personal space.

Understand it or not".

Shyna was so shocked and afraid to see this side. She never expected the guy who lived so reserved and silent to get this angry for a piece of paper. She remained silent as she was frightened by his behaviour. Shyna just nodded her head, he left her wrist with swelling and red marks and she ran away crying.

Aryan got some major anger issues after that incident, for which he is still taking therapies and that is the reason why he mostly remains silent in the class. Aryan made himself calm down by listening to a song in a female voice present in his sound recorder.