Mystery Or Melancholy? - Part 2

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Today, I was following her the whole day but she was unable to discover me. Once or twice, she looked back but I was able to hide myself in time. Some people tend to see me even though I am invisible to most. Her day was as normal as any teenager of her age. She went to college, attended her classes, took notes and when time came, returned back to her hostel. After coming back from college, she ate her snacks and just stared at the wall against her. I was unable to comprehend what she was trying to do. After observing her for 2 hours, I went in front of her but she was zoned out. No reaction at all.

Then she suddenly started crying. Strange cry it was, tears flowed freely but no sound came. I was starting to get scared and was thinking to stop my spying when she suddenly jumped out of her bed and stared at a tiny poster. It was a hand drawn poster and hanging beside the mirror. I realised that while observing her, I failed to notice my surroundings. For last 2 hours, I was just watching her brood over unknown dilemma. Her room was just as it was a few days before when I came here. The light bulb was still alight and the clothes were strewn across the place like any other student. You won’t be able to point out any difference between a normal person and the girl living there by looking at her room. Only when you saw her sitting silently and tears flowing through her eyes, will you realise that she was not okay.

Suddenly she started muttering something; I was unable to comprehend it. The mutterings grew louder and then I heard her saying, “The more I try to balance everything, the more it is going out of control.”

Then she started yelling these words. She was hysteric and completely out of control, I thought someone might hear and come but before that happened, she suddenly stopped. She stared at me and said, “You are also not real, I am also not real, let’s be friends.”

I was at loss of words, so I just nodded and sat near her bed. I was confused about what to say to her or how to say anything to her. I was scared about her screaming and feared another round of yelling, but it never came. She started humming a song which I was unable to place. Then she looked towards me and said,” You are a ghost aren’t you?”

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Is the narrator actually a ghost or the girl is unable to decipher reality from imagination? Read next part for complete story.