An old man on his bed waiting to die, was looking at his younger self  on the ceiling. His younger self was telling him about his days. The old him could see his whole life and yet he was being told his stories in pieces by his younger self. Sometimes his grandson was entering his room and he could see him mumbling. “Ashique… Come and eat.”- His grandson’s mother called his grandson.

#The Beginning
A beginning is not always the beginning of the whole story. There were so much more before the beginning and there will be so much more after a story  ends. We all know it but sometimes we need to hear it from someone else. Every good story that is intriguing is a puzzle consists of many previous and future events. When you know about most of this pieces of the whole puzzle you can understand what my story is. Yet the whole story is always hardly observable.
A story forms from different perspectives and every perspective has a fantasy part in it. Even you have all the perspective of the same story, you may never know what really happened. An absolute truth is not observable by any objective view. To understand a story you have to see it in different pieces. Hence you will know this pieces individually and merge them together in your mind. You will make your subjective view and I think your view will be close to mine because I will give you everything I know.
You see, the people  who give you advise tells you, your life needs an aim or a purpose otherwise life is pointless. I say whatever you  do it is pointless anyway. However, life does not need a purpose when the conclusion of it is always death. Let me ask you, Do you know anyone who will not die? I guess not.

There are some people who just feel they need to survive for the next moment. Some people believes the world is going to end very soon, so why they are living it then? Why they just don’t sit around and do nothing!

Everyone wants to live unless they get the feeling to end it all. You see, without you the world around you does not exist. The more you grow up the better you realize that something is very wrong with this world. Moreover, everyone wants to do things to you and they expect you to live through it with silence. They say humans are weak, I lives my entire life as a human and let me just say this to you, humans are not weak. They fight just to survive some next moments. They feel they can win  and afraid of losing. Everything human feels is like a percentage. Some of us feel our feelings on different levels. My feeling to survive is always on different level, it always was, and I believe it will always be too.
Lets say you are going to kill me, I can tell you you don’t know the half of it what I can do. My feelings are like a wave, whatever I feel it flows with my blood drives me to do anything that is possible to survive. I can only use my one finger to make you blind, I can pull out your tongue and your ears, if I don’t have food I will make you my food and I will not feel anything but hunger while eating you piece by piece.

#Piece 5
From the bus stand I was wearing some weird clothes when I got in  the bus. People felt very uncomfortable to sit beside me. But there was this one girl who sat beside me. When she was talking on the phone about her sick father I heard her named Serena.

#Piece 6
Serena’s phone rung again and she found out her father had died. Looking at her vulnerable state I decided to help by taking her in her home. She couldn’t help herself, she was just crying and crying. She couldn’t talk very much. The next call on her phone I received, it was her uncle. I asked him the address to take her there.

#Piece 7
Her was full of sadness in the night but in the morning it was fully a different matter. There was an argument about the properties. Her big brother decided he will take it all. Lastly he bind her with a plier to sign everything to him. Her crying was not stopping, she couldn’t believe how could her brother do this to her.

#Piece 4
They called them the special force. They caught him and brought him in that safe place for them to torture and question him. He ran and escape from that village like place and fell in that lake. He got out from another side of the lake and found some unmatched clothes. Then he needed to got out of that place in the most normal way, might be by a bus.

#Piece 3
He called it the flow, he was killing everyone. No one could match his strength or stamina. But there was too many of them. He needed something more, might be some more powers. Might be this wish of his will follow in the next generations.

#Piece 8
I released myself. Her brother had his own people. I fought them all. I was defending her with my own life. I untied her and told her to run with me. I was kicking and punching them. I found a truck, I got her in. I had to get her to a police station. This was beyond our control.

#Piece 9
In the police station they bind us together. She gave her brother every of her properties. There was nothing there for her. My blood was flowing like crazy.  He teared up everything and killed them all. “Now we have to run anyway.”

#Piece 2
 He was trained by this man to be the invisible protector. To do something that will make a cause that will effect the decisions of the ministers of the continents. But he couldn’t kill an entire journalist family so he became on the hit-list.

#Piece 4
Once he had a family but an accident happened and only he survived. An old man adopted him. This man taught him that he was a survivor. He told him that he would not die until he wanted to die.

#Piece 10
The island was beautiful and a perfect place to live. They got married and returned to the society when everything was forgotten.