I dint know how long I have been asleep, I glanced at the dashboard it read 4:00 in the evening. I looked around and noticed that we were just entering a forest area. This was nothing like the one, we have been struck in for days. It was more like mountain area with lot of trees and valleys. The road was flanked by dense trees on both sides. I rolled down my window to hear the soft rustle of the leaves brushing against each other, topping it all was the melodious tune on the bird chips. I put my head out the window and inhaled deeply, letting my hair flutter in the hands of the playful wind. It was enthralling. He was driving through the flush of trees slowly. I looked up at him questioningly, what place is this? The road came to an abrupt end, only then did I see the huge fence that ran, for almost a mile on either side. My eyes widened. Ethan drove through the automatic gate, I guess it was an equipped biometrics lock. My mouth fell open when I the house came into view, it w
For some unknown reason I dint feel like using the elevator. As we climbed up the stairs, few questions that I missed in the past popped in my mind. I dint make an effort to reign in my curiosity. “Ethan? Does everyone in Jo-Haan speak English?” the question tumbled out of my mouth. “No Ana, we have our own language. After a great deal of debate and confrontation, English was chosen for communication between the neighboring planets, ‘cause, as the Terrans are not yet aware of our presence, they sort of act as a middle ground for us. Inevitably, it has become mandatory to learn English. The citizens of Jo-Haan are welcomed to use the language of their preference, that is, either English or Johein” I dint even give him time to breath, I promptly fired the next question as we climbed second flight of stairs. “How far is Jo-Haan from Earth?” “Umm…approximately thousand times further than you are from sun” my eyebrows flew up. “So far…” I trailed.
We were seated at the press conference. Ethan has been narrating the whole incident for half an hour now. I duly listened. Once Ethan ended his narration the officers permitted the reporters to ask three questions. Almost every one of them raised their hands. Ethan pointed at an older woman.“The doctor’s reports claim that Ana has post-viral fatigue. How did she live through that?” I tried my best, not to react. She was dangerously close to the very thing we are so bent on covering.“Yeah, that is a miracle, we did struggle with it. I almost thought she wouldn’t make it. Her system fought it off on its own” he said and looked down at me, “she definitely is much stronger than she looks” he added. The old woman flopped back into her seat smiling, understandingly. Ethan pointed at a man, who was close to dad's age, his spectacles were sliding off his nose.“Why do you think the tribal
Ethan was sleeping on his bed, breathing evenly. His skin had a bluish tint to it. His closed eyelids were dark. One of their doctors injected him with four green vials in his arms. I shuffled towards the doctor, who was unnaturally tall, with a neatly jelled sleek dark hair, he pushed his specs up his nose bridge. He looked exactly like any other doctor, on earth. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that he aint a human. “Is he going to be alright doctor?” I asked anxiously. “Just Finn, don’t worry mam, he is going to be alright” relief flooded me. "What happened to him?" “We Jo-Hannians have to take a shot, a serum, within three months of our arrival to Earth, so that our system gets accustomed to the surroundings he
“No” I whispered. I wasn’t aware that I was shaking my head furiously. “She really was, Ana” Dad said letting out a gush of air, as if he has been weighed down by the burden all along and now he has given up. But now, I can feel it loaded upon me, weighing me down. My bones turned to lead, sagging my skin and wrenching me down to the ground. “No” I realized that the word escaped from my mouth. “Ana, she is one of the Jo-Hannians who came to earth in search of a mate” he said, he flopped on the furniture, heaving a breath as if he has aged twenty more years by uttering those words. I blinked, still frozen on spot, unable to make myself move towards him.
Not all the truths are revealed! There are some more!? I was appalled by the idea. “Ana?” Will shook my shoulders, snapping me back to attention. “Yes?” I blinked. “You okay?” he asked concerned. I noticed that he was off work. I looked at my watch in a daze, it’s getting late. “Ye…yeah” I stammered and stumbled up from the chair. “Ana, be careful, let me drop you at you home” Will caught me by my elbow. “No, it’s ok, I’m fine” I remembered that I haven’t paid him still. “I’m sorry” I said rummaging around in my purse. “That weird guy paid it” he said with distaste. I nodded at him absentmindedly. I shuffled towards the pavement. What’s happening around me? Who do I trust? Do I believe the tri…Liam. After all, he kidnapped me and almost killed Ethan. How can I trust him? But he does seem to know a lot about me. I was so preoccupied by the disturbing thoughts that I tripped almost falling on to my knees. B
I have been seated here, I don't know how long. I looked at the kids playing soccer, and listened to their hearty laughter, they looked so carefree oblivious to the fact that an alien was watching them. I averted my eyes, shaking my head, will I ever get used to that idea? A couple strolled hand in hand, right beside the lake water, the very sight of them, brought a whole new kind of pain. I don't blame Ethan for his change of mind, after all his own people out casted me as an aberration and he is their to-be King. I don’t know why I’m defending his actions. He did say that he loved me, couldn't he atleast warn me that it is irresolute? I cringed. But still, I love him. My eyes stinged. I shouldn’t cry. I don’t wanna cry. My eyes finally settled on the setting sun. I wished that, the blinding sunlight would pierce through my teary eyes and put off my dark insecure thoughts that are excruciatingly eating up my mind, like wild fi
"What would you like to have?" He asked in his unique accent, he took the chair opposite to me. I glared up at him. He has a very sick twisted humor. "No, thanks" I seethed. He is testing my patience, at some point, I'm sure my facade will break and I will be completely ruthless when it does. "Oh come on, this is our first proper dinner!" He said grinning at the word 'dinner'. "You can have anything you like, hot chocolate, Vietnamese chicken noodle soup…?"I looked at him in disbelief, is he even right in his head? "You gotta be kidding me! Are you even hearing yourself!?" I burst out. "What?" He asked genuinely clueless. "Look, I'm here 'cause you said, you wanted to tell me something about my mother, so stop fool
I opened my puffy eyes, they were enough to remind me what happened yesterday. Slow hot tears streamed down my eyes melting my skin off to my bones. Ethan…I squeezed my eyes shut. No! I broke up…with him. I trusted him. He betrayed me. Why do I feel so terrible? My breath hitched. I quickly gulped the tablets in, with some water. I tried to take deep breathes. I will be alright. You will be alright. I chanted to my lungs. I wrapped my arms around my knees and rocked back and forth waiting for the tablets to kick in…I fisted my hand and placed it right over my chest. How do I get rid of the pain? The sleeping pills on my bedside table caught my eyes, without sparing a second thought I cowardly took two of them, hoping to get rid the constant pain in my chest. E