Cold And Incomplete.

I was nothing but cold flesh, curled up into a ball. The cold was biting and unbearable, and to wake up seemed like a task of it's own.
When I opened my eyes, It was too dark to clearly make out anything at all. I estimated it to be anywhere around 2 to 3, judging by the eerie silence and the mundane darkness.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could make out some light entering my room through the crack of the door.
Perhaps someone left the corridor light on .

I am not fond of the darkness, And by the interplay of the wrong elements in that specific situation, I knew one thing for sure. I am not going out of my room, No matter what.

There is a window to the right of my bed. Being on the ground floor, I have been almost always kept the curtains drawn to forbid any voyeurism.
It was just a matter of luck that I looked to the window. The curtains were drawn, But there appeared some moisture on the tinted glass, And a little bit of the curtain was, perhaps by mistake, shifted to the left, revealing a little of the scene outside.
The weather couldn't be that unpredictable. It was the dryest of winter days.

I got up, With no intentions to investigate . All I planned was to set the curtains right and go back to sleep.
So I did.
When I went closer to the window, I realised that the moisture that should have covered the whole of the window, did not.
It seemed as if someone had tried drawing a smiling face . And failed miserably. There were just two dots for the eyes. There were no nose, no mouth.

I credited my fear of darkness for this idea that had popped up in my mind. I let my senses close and pulled myself back to the bed.
Nothing could please me more than a good night sleep at that moment.
I slept like a baby then.

The next night seemed better. I had been up working till late. It was about three, when I completed my assignments. Too exhausted, I kept aside everything and Couldn't wait to fall asleep.
But the thirst which I had been trying to control for a long while now seemed to overpower me to the extent that I coughed for two minutes straight. My mouth refused to salivate and I knew I needed water. If only, I had filled up my bottle a little earlier.
I decided I would first judge the night, see if it is more welcoming than yesterday.
This night was better. There was a lot of light in the corridors, the lights to my room were still on, There were girls, two or three, talking to their lovers on phone.. probably on some other floor, but yes they were .
Now seemed like a good time to get some water.
With my hands wrapped around myself and my bottle dangling beside , I walked to the water cooler, some 15-16 meters away from my room.
The walk was like any other morning stroll. I did not let my mind wander much.
My bottle was halfway filled when There was a strange sound.
I turned to my left. That was where the stairs were .
What I saw was something you are very liable to see in a girl's hostel.
A girl.
She sat on a stair, her knees close to her chest, her hands tightly around her legs and her head burried in the hollow made by this specific position of hers.
She was sobbing.
I bet my mind that I hadn't noticed her while coming to the cooler. Trust me she wasn't there.
She kept sobbing. Low and discreetly. I wouldnt have heard her had I been even a feet away.
Once my bottle was completely full, I decided to return.
She probably had a bad time with her boyfriend . or a family member. It is , but normal.
Halfway back to my room, the sobbing got loud. She was wailing. She was in pain . It felt as if someone was repeatedly hurting her, for her cry kept getting louder.

I realized I couldn't just walk away. I bothered to turn and walk up to her.
Just a normal girl in trouble, I reassured myself.
I would offer her some water, That would be it .
So I quickly went to her and asked her If there was a problem I could help her with.
She stopped sobbing.
But she did not look up.
A pause if five seconds and she cried louder.
I asked her again.
She did not say anything .
Then I offered her water .
I held the bottle right in front of her . And waited for her hands to reach the bottle.
She raised her right hand. He skin was pale, her veins seemed engorged. She was lanky and thin, I could almost see her bones.

And she clenched my arm . I froze. She was burning with fever .
I wasn't scared. I was worried. She seemed inhumanly warm.
She looked up at me.

A swift motion, she looked into my eyes.

Just eyes. She just had two morbid, red eyes.