I Should Leave Now.... - August Nexus (ink ebook reader TXT) 📗

PROLOGUE
 On the second last floor of a multi-storey building in the posh  area of the city, a girl is sitting in a movable chair behind a glass table with her head buried in a file. It's morning time but she looks busy. On the wall behind her there is a backless wooden book rack packed with files of various colours and sizes. On her left is a marker board which is devoid of any pen marks. Near the marker board stands a canvas with a blank paper on it. On the right hand side there is a wooden table kept just next to the glass table with a fax machine on it. To her right is a pin board covered with red velvet with a lot of photographs neatly pinned on its left side in a grid pattern. The photographs look like as if the persons were happy when they were clicked. On the top of it a white label read “Missing” in bold black letters. Beside these there are pinned the pictures of some crime scenes and murder scenes in a haphazard way creating a collage of blood spills, weapons and gruesome dead faces. For the amount of blood spilled these scenes look fake but actually these are real crime scenes.
In the left corner of the right wall there is a glass door with office written on it in frosted letters. The floor is clean and  well carpeted, seems as if never walked upon.
On the glass table there are more photographs and some sketches which resemble the crime scenes on the pin board. A stack of visiting cards is also piled up in a corner. On her right hand side there is a pen holder with a lot of pens in it. The pens seem to be of a range of colours. On her left hand side there is a transparent glass flower vase half filled with water with fresh white tulips beautifully arranged in it. There is a small pile of files drabbed in different coloured paper covers kept in a corner of the glass table. A wooden lamp is kept the far left of the table. A wooden plaque on the table reads ‘ Anita Ellen Kumar (Private Detective)’.
Anita started this detective company five years ago after leaving her job of a government detective due to some inevitable  circumstances.
Anita closes the file and keeps it on the table. She is beautiful, has a fair complexion and an oval face with prominent cheekbones and thin lips. She is not wearing any makeup. She has tied her black hairs into a tight small pony. She is wearing her everyday formal clothes, a full sleeve button-down shirt, a tight fit black pant and a long black jacket with broad heel shoes. She is wearing a wrist watch with a broad circular dial in his left hand and a beautiful diamond ring is sparkling in her index finger.  If she is not in her office or is not wearing these formal clothes then one can never tell that she has something to do with this dangerous and disciplined job of a detective. 
The glass door opens slowly and a well built young man of medium stature comes in with a Coffee mug in one hand and a newspaper in the other.  For the few seconds the door remains open, we can listen to the staff of the detective firm doing their jobs. The door then closes slowly on its own.
 The man is of wheatish complexion, clean shaved and has combed his hairs well. He is wearing a white shirt, a blue denim jeans and a grey coat.
 “Here's your coffee Anita” said the man in firm manly voice while putting the coffee on the table along with the daily english  newspaper and a photograph which he took out of his coat pocket. The photograph is of a man who seems to be in his late 30s or early 40s. He is fair in complexion, has black hairs, black-brown eyes. The man  has grown beard and his hairs are uncombed and messy.
“Thank you Vijit.”, said Anita in a sweet but firm voice, “So what's in the news today? Do we have a new case?”
“ See for yourself. First page’s headline is for us.”
Anita picks up the newspaper, unrolls it and starts to read the news report aloud.
“Man of 35 goes missing since last night.” , read Anita and looked at Vijit with confusion.
“Read further” said he. She nods and starts reading.
“Adam Wills Crasto (35) has gone  missing since last night from his residence at Frosts'  Avenue.
Adam was last seen by his parents yesterday evening when he visited them  at their residence i.e. Flat no. 45 Amber apartments. He reached home by 8 that evening.
His mother Mrs. Crasto,  reported that she called his son last night for asking casual things but he didn't answer, so they reached his house only to find out that he’s missing. Adam lives in house number 4A , south block, Frosts’ Avenue.  They filed a missing report and are praying in hope.
Adam is described as 6”1’, well built, handsome. He is of fair complexion has black hair and black/brown eyes. He has suicidal tendencies and was seeing a psychologist. Who so ever gets to know anything, please report to the nearest police station.”
Anita finished reading and kept the newspaper back on the table.
“Who is this man do we know him?” said Anita.
“Not yet, but soon.” said Vijit pointing towards the photograph he has brought. “we are supposed to find him.”
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If I am not sitting beside you while you read this then I am probably dead.

Till the day I am alive I will not allow anyone to read this diary of mine.
  - Adam Wills Crasto
          (Eurynomos)

25 march                              10:00pm
When I came back home from hospital, mom again started with her monologue about me and my life. This is a common thing for me to listen to her musings and monologues about me ,my life and my future. Well what future I don’t know neither I care. All this was just as monotonous and as usual as always but this time I listened to her properly because even I too was much fed up from this numb and soulless life of mine. She suggested me to go and see a psychiatrist. She always says this ,”Oh Adam just look at yourself in a mirror and try to find out the boys which I last saw 10 years ago. Can you find him? Though there is no use of saying anything to you but still can you please go and see Dr. Nikita. Please! For me, just this time. If it didn't work I will never ask you to do anything else about it.”
So I listened to her and called on the contact no. Given on the visiting card that was always lying on the dining table as if a menu card. So I called on the number and a man spoke up from the other side.
“yes. How can i help you” said the man in a hoarse voice.
“ I.. I..(mom looked at me once). I need an appointment with Dr. Nikita Raj in the evening hours.”
“Oh sure sir, said he , your good name sir.”
“ Adam Wills Crasto” ( and there is nothing good about it. I wanted to say so but decided otherwise.)
“ Your appointment with Dr. Madam has been fixed for 6’o clock in the evening today. Anything else sir.”
“No thanks”
“pleasure sir have a nice day.” And he hung up.
I put the receiver back in place and looked at her. She came forward, hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. I stood there for a while and then went back to my place. As I was coming out I saw her crying but I just came back as I can't do anything.

At 5 in the evening I started for the hospital. Nikita Raj Sharma is the best psychologist in the city and I am going to see her for a discussion session. I reached her place at 5:30. It was a big hospital building looking as gloomy as any other hospital. I entered the building reluctantly and checked in at the reception counter. The girl at the reception told me that I have to wait for half an hour. Well I knew so but still I thanked her and sat down on one of the steel chairs in  front of the reception counter. I sat there and started to watch the surrounding walls. At the wall in front of me there is was a big diagram of human brain showing different parts labelled as medulla oblongata, cerebrum, cerebellum etc. Next to it was a plaque saying ‘silence please’. Under the plaque there was a big chart enlisting the symptoms of depression. So I tried to check for any symptoms of depression in me. As I read the first few lines, I was sure that I had depression and that too at a very dangerous state. I tried to divert my mind by looking at the other patients sitting there. Most of the people sitting there looked as normal as any other human being on the earth. Some were of my age while some were younger. Most of them looked confused like me but still its a hospital and not a shopping mall, It's common to be disturbed and tensed here.  To my right is a partition made by joining  planks of a aluminium which had a frosted glass door to enter. I was just observing the cream coloured walls when the receptionist suddenly said my name and I stood up to enter the other side of the aluminium partition.
As I crossed the partition I saw the world changing. The place at which I was standing was a big hall entered from the aluminium partition. The big hall had  beautifully decorated walls and very beautiful candlesticks on them.  The hall was painted in blue colour and had sofas of different sizes lying in a haphazard but still beautiful way. On the wall opposite to the partition there was a beautiful wooden door which said come in. I entered the wooden door and found myself standing in a big drawing room. The room had