Bruises

Bruises everywhere

Broken nails

Bashed eyes

A battered face

Bloody tears

"GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW ISHAAN!!!"

Ishaan woke up in a sudden motion, his eyes adjusting to the light, he
rarely dreamed about anything, let alone have a nightmare. It was
very odd as with each passing second the dream faded away and it got
harder and harder for him to grasp any meaning out of it.

“It’s just the traveling,” he thought as he slumped in his seat most of
everyone traveling was awake and now were just sitting, talking or
looking out of the window.

Dehradun had arrived and most of the people got down from the bus,
as he looked around, the bus didn’t seem as scary as it had looked the
night before.

The driver was an old man and the conductor seemed
like his son, both of them looked weary from the long journey.
He was so glad that he woke up before his hometown Mussoorie
came, as he loved the view of mountains on a winters morning, he
looked outside the window, the mountains soared upward as if they
wanted to touch the sky, the fog around them made it look like as if
they were wearing a white blanket as...