Superstar: Horn OK Please (21 page)

As I threw a handful of mud onto Jenny’s coffin, I touched the pen that Jenny gifted me and promised myself then that I would write her story for the world to know. It would be the story of a beautiful woman who loved to live but had to die for love. She paid the price for you and I, dear reader, to live in a better world. She saved the world from evil.   This is her story; it is Jenny D’Silva’s story.

After all, she is, as her father would have liked to know her as -
The Superstar
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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Roses are red and violets are blue,

A morning drop of gold, another day so new;

From the womb of pain into the arms of sorrow,

She wanted to die another day, she wanted to see tomorrow;

Her dark, black past had to be erased, the madness had to stop,

She wrote it in her little black book, now you read it on HOP;

Her intimate thoughts threadbare, she watched from above,

She smiled at the love of her life, she knew how to love;

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

There she lies, her body put to rest;

His heart cries out for her, he longs to see her face,

They shall meet some other time, some other place;

She didn’t die in vain, she gave birth to selfless love,

She watches over him now, showers blessings from above;

There he goes, back in the saddle again,

He’s got no time for sorrow, there’s no place for pain’;

He looks yonder, he’s left his heart behind,

She’s taken away his smile, and his peace of mind;

Love changes everything; it brings you down to your knees,

Drive on, for that’s the spirit of ‘Horn OK Please’…

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Once the funeral was over, it was time to get back to life. We still had the whole day to go, no luggage, nothing. Everything had been burnt down. It didn’t matter. We decided to stay through the day, camping out in the beautiful grassy knolls of the estate where Jenny had taken us the other day. Jenny would have liked it. After all, life goes on and the four of us had to spend some time catching up before we hit the road.

“It’s OK to camp out here and chill out but there’s no way am I going to spend the night here, Dudes”, said Goose, as he clumsily went about pitching the tent with Hound as the sun shone bright in the sky. It was close to noon and we were hungry.

“OK, then why are we pitching the tent at all?” said Hound, as he let go of the ropes and threw up his hands in exasperation.

“Like hell, we’re staying here not just for Jenny, but to get you back to sanity! Do you freaking understand what you did last night?” I thundered, irritated that Hound was always running on a short fuse since we met Jenny.

“Bingo! You better apologize to Derek for all the behaviour you’ve been splattering around for the past few days. Do you understand what I just said?” said Goose jabbing his forefinger into Hound’s chest.

Hound looked surprised at the sudden outburst and meekly turned around and walked over to Derek, who was busy boiling water on a stove. Derek was the most awesome ‘water-boiler’ in the whole wide world. Motormouth was always stocked with cups of noodles and stuff that we’d found to be always helpful on the road.

“I guess I owe you an apology, Derek”, said Hound as he sat down on a stool kept beside Derek’s chair.  Both of them had bits of plasters stuck to their faces. Cathy had sealed them up just fine.

“Right, an apology for what? For beating the shit out of me? Or for not respecting my way of loving Jenny? Or for falling in love with your best friend’s girlfriend?” said Derek, as he ripped open a few packets of noodles and threw it into the boiling water.

“Um…well….for starters, how about I apologize for not helping you with stuff right now as you boil water? We can leave the rest if you choose to…”, said Hound sheepishly, picking up a cup of noodles as he tore open the plastic foil around it with his teeth.

“Hmm…sounds cool, apology accepted. Dude, can you go grab a few cans of Redbull from the cooler and make yourself useful, instead of trying to pull up a sorry face? Make sure, the bulls are chilled or I’ll whoop your backside!” said Derek, laughing as he pushed Hound hard enough to make him fall off the tiny stool.

All was well in Moronsville. Jenny would have liked it this way too.

“Hey! Chief! Goose! The big ape is cool. And we roll at sundown, leave before nightfall, Cool?” yelled Hound, getting up and grinning from ear to ear.

“Am cool. I’m done with this place anyway”, said Goose, leaving the tent half-pitched as he strode towards Derek, “Hey, Derek, why don’t you tell us what’s written in Jenny’s diary? Am sure that’ll be an awesome way to kill the afternoon, huh?”

“I suppose that should be OK, not that I’ve read it all. There are certain things written in there that you might want to know. Of course, I’m not going to be sharing our personal moments, but there are many things you might find interesting. Jenny had this all planned out after she met the Wolfman. She knew she had to die to save us all”, said Derek, picking up the diary as we settled down around him.

Jenny was an angel. I owed her an apology for not trusting her right from the start.

Love:

“Dear Diary, why do I feel that no one understands me? Why can’t I have someone all to myself, someone who would love and cherish me for who I am? Does real love exist? Will I ever find my Knight in shining armor?”

“Dear Diary, how I wish there was someone who could hold me and protect me from her tonight. I’m so scared. How I wish the love of my life would just walk in through the door right now and carry me away from this misery?”

Loneliness:

“Dear Diary, Why should I suffer every night? Why won’t she leave me alone? What have I done to deserve this...I’m so lonely”

“Dear Diary, When was the last time I smiled? But I do remember when I cried the last time, it was five seconds ago…”

Darkness:

“I hate this place inside my head…It’s so dark in here”

“Dear Diary, my world comes alive at night when it’s dark. My only friends seem to be the ghosts and spirits from another world. There is darkness I see all around. I want to live. I like the sun, yet the darkness chooses me to love. Am I the mistress of the dark? Am I the angel of doom?”

Fear:

“Dear Diary, I am sacred. I’m so scared of this house. I am scared that something is trying to kill me. It wants to be me.  Take me away from all this, my love….or would you rather want to watch me die? I fear…fear itself”

“Dear Diary, I hate the howling, I hate the wind, I hate it when the doors and windows start banging. I swear I lock the balcony door but it opens on its own just to scare me. This place is haunted. I long to be held. I want someone to let me sleep in peace…or will I sleep in peace only when I die? I don’t want to die…”

Pain:

“Dear Diary, sometimes I wonder if the pain is my friend is darkness my lover? There is a deep void inside me, the pain intensifies night after night…”

“Dear Diary, she hurts me a lot. She tortures me. My own mind is my Iron Maiden. I am a prisoner of my own pain…”

“Dear Diary, How much should I suffer? Why do I feel that my head is about to explode every time I wake up? I’m not sick, they tell me I am fine. But the pain is terrible…it hurts.”

Doppelganger:

“Dear Diary, How I hate it when she comes screaming inside my head? Who is she?  Why does she hate me so? I miss my Mom. Now I know what she went through…”

“Dear Diary, I know nobody will believe me if I told then I can control fire. I can play with it the way I want to. Fire is my friend, it doesn’t hurt me at all. But I’m, worried about my own shadow…I don’t believe it is mine anymore…Sometimes, I feel it has got a life of its own…It’s my Doppelganger”

“Dear Diary, I know she is in the room right now. I see my own shadow moving around. I know there’s someone out to get me. I know she hates me…”

Helplessness:

“Dear Diary, I know she’s stronger than I am. She’s pure evil. She is me, she is my shadow. I try to keep her out of my head but she just doesn’t let me go. I feel so helpless. Where is my Knight in shining armor? Rescue me…”

“Dear Diary, Is there no one who can help me? Is there no one who would come to save me? I’m getting sucked into the quagmire of my own prison, my own mind….it is still mine. She’s driving me insane…”

Death:

“Dear Diary, maybe death is my friend. Maybe death is my one true love. Maybe, I will die soon. Tonight, the kiss of death seems very inviting to me. Come, my friend, take me in your arms…let me sleep in peace….forever…”

“Dear Diary, I want to live, I don’t want to die. But every night she dances like death inside my head. I cannot take it anymore. But I won’t give up, I shall fight till she is destroyed….my Doppelganger. The evil bitch!”

Secret Room:

“I know there is a secret room somewhere in the mansion, but I just don’t know where it is. Every night when I go to sleep, I have been dreaming to find this room. But tonight, something really nice happened. When I started to explore the dark recesses of my mind, something told me to get to the bridge. I saw dark, muddy waters. I dreamt that I was swimming inside muddy waters and I find this box. The box contains a key. It is the key to the secret room! I have to find the room…”

“Dear Diary, I had a very strange dream last night. I dreamt that I was drowning in muddy waters. I think it was our canal. I saw a thick iron box with the same strange flowers carved all over it. It contains a key….It’s calling me”

Great grandpa:

“Dear Diary, Finally! I saw the strange flower blooming on a tree. It’s pure evil, I know it. It’s there all around the house, carved in every piece of furniture. My great grandpa must have held a secret for everything is still owned by him. He must have died 350 years ago…”

“Dear Diary, I sometimes wonder if my Great grandfather was a good man? Sometimes, when I look at his portrait, I get so scared. It’s there in every room. He looks so evil…”

Morons:

“Dear Diary, today all my dreams came true. I found Derek – my soulmate, the love of my life, my Prince Charming, my Knight in shining armor. I love him. I met Hound too. I know he loves me. Am I torn? I met Goose and Chief, they’re my friends. They’re crazy…It’s the happiest day of my life! Now I can die in peace…”

“Dear Diary, I want to live. I feel complete. I don’t want to die. I want the Doppelganger to go away, I want Winston to burn in hell. Can I not change everything? I’ve never been so happy before. I feel wanted. I hope they never go away…”

Devil’s breath:

“Dear Diary, Today, I realized how my great grandfather sold his soul to the Devil. Could it be the wolf that almost got me? The stench of death was so pervasive inside the passage…”

Wolfman:

“Dear Diary, I met the Wolfman today. When he touched me by mistake, I got the answers. It was like a flash of lightning and I got to know the weaknesses of Winston and my Doppelganger. My Doppelganger’s weakness is fire and Winston’s weakness is free will. The Wolfman is the Devil. Winston wants my Doppelganger’s body and my Doppelganger wants my soul. But I, Jenny D’Silva, own my free will. It’s not about me anymore. It is my responsibility to free those 199 miserable souls trapped in the urn. For the same, I must give up my soul to the Wolfman… Forgive me, Derek, but I have to go. I shall always love you. Forever yours…”

Cemetery:

“Dear Diary, I haven’t told Derek that I know that the 200
th
grave in the cemetery is mine. I knew about it from a dream I had when I was a child. I remember being trapped inside a grave and trying to come outside. They had covered the grave with the stone. I could hear the angel who stands by my grave whisper to me, “Hush! My child, you must stay there forever for this is your final resting place…I will watch over you for eternity…”

“Dear Diary, I hope the morons did not realize that my shadow is not mine anymore. It doesn’t move at my free will. That’s my bitch – my Doppelganger. The people in the cemetery are my people. They died to make me rich. Soon, I shall rest with them…”

Lobsang:

“Dear Diary, after the Wolfman touched me, I knew Lobsang should have died years ago. The wolf that gave her powers was none other than Winston. He was in the mountains, not for remorse, but to learn the secret of living a long life. Though he learnt it, though he survived for 350 years, he hadn’t bargained for his shell. He had no choice but to seek shelter in a wolf’s body. The wolf must die for Lobsang to be rid of the curse. Once the wolf dies, she shall be free of her curse…her powers will leave her. She will lead a normal life. God be with her. Thank you, Lobsang, for being my guardian angel…Soon, I shall set you free…”

Cathy, Jeremy & Nanny:

“Dear Diary, I love Cathy, Jeremy and Nanny. They’re my family. I have given them much pain. I wish I could have stayed on and taken care of them. They care for me.  I hope Jeremy gives up drinking soon. I hope Cathy becomes the best psychologist in the whole wide world. I hope she lives to make the world a better place, I know she will. Ah! Nanny, my dear old Nanny, someone who cares for me like my own mother, how I love her! I know she will miss me. I will miss her too…”

Goose:

“Dear Diary, I hope Goose will like the gift that I shall give him today. He has no clue about photography, but I sure hope my pictures will inspire him. He has the spark in him. I love the way he pampers me, he’s all I need in a very good friend. I cannot thank him enough for saving my life with Hound that fateful night. Had I lived on, I would so love to party with him all night long…Of all the morons, I am fond of him the most. I know I’ll watch over him from up there…”

Hound:

“Dear Diary, Heaven knows what he means to me. Just that I cannot love him the way I love Derek. I wish I could. Hound makes me feel so special. At times I compare Derek and Hound. Wouldn’t it been so awesome if Derek had Hound’s sensitivity and tenderness? Wouldn’t it have been just perfect if Derek could pamper me the way Hound does? Sometimes, I wonder if I made the right choice. But love is a matter of the heart. My heart belongs to Derek and Hound’s heart belongs to me. So I guess, I must pay it forward.  I hope he likes my poetry…”

Derek:

“Dear Diary, Why is it that the one I love must break my heart every time? Why is he so rough? I wish he were a bit more sensitive and caring. I wish he would go more for my heart than my body. It flatters me alright, being desirable, but I need love. I know he will come around. I feel complete when I’m with Derek. I just hope he knows how much I love him, care for him…I would do anything for him. He is my Prince Charming! I hope he finds someone to love once I’m gone…”

Chief:

“Dear Diary, I hope that insensitive boor can write. I’ve read his other books and they suck! More than the Doppelganger or Winston, I’m scared if he can write this story…Did I do the right thing by giving him the pen? Will he sell it for money? Did I just make a mistake? Holy Shit!”