Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Bloodless 2

We called him Lin. It was Lin who insisted that we call him Lin. Lin, based on his favorite book character. Lin had called me to meet him today. I have known Lin since he was six. Whenever Lin had called me it was some matter of importance. Lin was looking distressed. He said, “I have not been able to sleep for the past week. All I do is, just lie down and stare at the ceiling. And whenever I try to sleep Cold Fish’s memory haunts me. The day I returned from Cold-Fish’s funeral I dreamt about Cold –Fish. He was staring at me from the mirror. I couldn’t sleep that night.”

That was the last, I had spoken to Lin. But then things started to worsen for Lin. He was no more attending college. He had cut off himself from his family and friends. It had been over a month he had locked himself in his room. I was worried as I didn’t know how long it was going to last. What made it harder was Lin too was staying away from his family.
However suddenly things had changed for Lin. He started to attend college with more enthusiasm .But I knew there was something wrong. I had asked Lin what had changed, was he over Cold-Fish’s death but he managed to avoided the topic every time I bought it up. I was worried that Lin might be consuming drugs but it was unlikely as he didn’t have that kind of money. So then what made Lin change.  I was curious to find out.
Lin hadn’t called me to his place for a month. People, who knew me and Lin, would know that, if we both were to find, we would be at Lin’s place. So I decided to give him a surprise visit. I knew Cold-Fish’s chapter was not going to be closed so easily. Especially for Lin.  All my questions were answered. I found that Lin had started to follow the path of Cold-Fish. He too had started drinking his own blood. There was blood everywhere as I entered the room. Meanwhile Lin had passed out. After he regained consciousness I asked Lin the same question he had posed to Cold Fish, “As to why he hurt himself?” Unlike Cold –fish, Lin said “It gives me sense of power and control.  Also when I cut myself the pain makes me feel alive. And once you experience pain like this there is no problem which looks big. Blood has become my drug.” Lin said.

I had my own fears after fine day was my last session with my psychiatrist .Who am I? I am Cold-Fish also known as Lin. D out that Lin was following the same footsteps of Cold-Fish. And Lin too will end life the way Cold Fish did. I didn’t want Lin to waste his life just like Cold- Fish did. So after speaking to a psychiatrist and explain all the symptoms of Cold-Fish and Lin. Lin was suffering from disease called Clinical Vampirism or  Renfield's syndrome. It’s a rare psychiatric disorder in which the sufferer feels a compulsion to consume blood. Its consumption can stimulate a sense of power and control. As Lin had said, “it gives me sense of power and control”. The disorder has never been included in the DSM-IV and is very much treatable. Renfield’s Syndrome is classified as schizophrenia or paraphilia. 

It was after a lot of convincing that Lin agreed to see a psychiatrist. Today was my last session with my psychiatrist. I am Cold-Fish, also known as Lin. 

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

BLOODLESS...


We all were standing and having discussion about India’s debacle performance in Australia and then I heard the roar of his Apache 180 rt.  I immediately knew it was him. He was as always late for the class. Shortly after his arrival I started to feel restless causing my attention to divert. He went to have a smoke, again he was alone. No one ever spoke him, no one ever hanged out with him.  He was one of the most detached guys in fact I doubt if any one even knew his name. Sometimes we saw him taking first semester class, other times he took second semester classes. We gave him a name he was cold-fish. Cold-fish one devoid of all human emotion or feeling. Many people had tried to speak him but all in vain.

Today also my eyes kept searching for him but he was not to be found. It was almost a month, he had disappeared from college. No one knew where he was no one had his number to text or call him. No one knew where he lived. Where was bloodless? No one knew.

Then one day returning from college I saw him having a smoke. As always his only company was his bike. I decided to stop and have a casual conversation with him. I tried to get him to talk up by asking various question. However in cold tone he dismissed them by answering in not more than 3 words. While talking I noticed something unusual  this guy had various razor cuts on his hands. I thought maybe his girlfriend had left him so he had tried to commit suicide. However looking at the number of cuts he had on his hand that made no sense.  20 to 30 wounds of different shapes at different places spread all over his hand. I asked him how he had managed to injure his hands so many times. Cold-fish guy who never spoke more than three words started to speak in the most animated manner.  He took me to his room. Cold-fish lived alone. The question that still haunted me was how he could injure his hands so many times. Then came the shocker of my life, Cold-Fish did something horrific he took a knife and cut his hand. Then he drained as much blood as he could in glass. What I saw after that made the scene was even worse; he gulped the whole glass of blood that too within no time. I was scared as I watched all this I wanted to run away but fear had griped me. Soon bloodless started screaming in pain I had no clue what to do should I call police call doctor. I stayed with him till he was fine. After everything got back to normal he turned to me and apologized. I asked him why he did that to himself. He had no answer all he said, “I am addicted to blood and that is why I don’t make any friends and stay as much away as I can from people.”


Soon after my encounter with bloodless I informed college people about this blood sucking vampire. They called his parents and soon he was sent to an asylum. Eight days after been admitted to asylum Cold-Fish committed suicide.  When I came from his funeral and took a close look in mirror I saw him again in dark. To be continued …

Based on narration by Goks Nair