A Pig Trap

Marcel had been visiting Sasha while she was admitted in the hospital. The doctor said that it would take at least two months for her to recover. He brought some apples with him that day.

"How are you feeling now?"

"...I guess I am recovering smoothly now."

"I see. That's good to hear."

Marcel cut some apples and gave her to eat.

"Here take some."

She took a piece and slowly ate it. It was a sunny day.

"It is found that George was suffering from Obsessive Love Disorder (OLD). In this a person feels obsessed or attracted to a person to extreme measures that could make them want to protect them and even manipulate them. He is sent to a mental hospital just the other day."

"I see."

***

A voice filled with guilt, confusion and anger.

"Your honor, I am not guilty. All I ever did was help her. Even if you believe me, I woild be sent to prison, as this even might be the last time I see her. So please listen to what I have to say. If you still think that I am culprit, then give me the punishment worthy of my sins.

...

It happened when she was about to be discharged from the hospital. While she was still in the hospital, I visited her almost everyday to keep company. But I did not know that it would not be a wise decision to do so. I guess it was from pity that I felt.

Nelson Stokes, one of the many teachers was quite close with her. He wrote thriller novels and also on psychology. He would always give her the first copy of the novel he writes since she was the only one who liked thriller novels in the whole university. One time when she was still in the hospital he came and gave her his new book. I also happened to be there so I took a look of it and your honor if you first read his books you would not say that he is a newbie writer. Infact he is a pretty advanced and fabulous writer.

The book was also very...interesting."

***

"Woah! I didn't know Mr Nelson was such a good writer? Did he wrote more books?"

"Yeah, he has written one or two." She replied.

As they were talking about him, it just happened so that he entered the room. He started with a laughter, "So you like reading my books that much?"

"Oh! Mr Nelson. Well I guess."

"How is everyone Mr Nelson?" Sasha asked him.

"They all are doing good. You should just concentrate to recover quickly. No need to worry about others, it will only hinder your mind." He looked at Marcel. "Actually I had some work with Marcel. Can I borrow him for a moment?"

"Yes for sure." She replied.

Me Nelson took Marcel outside the hospital near a small garden. There was a bench to sit on. He stopped and bowed down his head. "Marcel. I know it is not an appropriate moment but can you introduce me to your uncle?"

"Please put your head up Sir. About meeting my uncle...if you can elaborate?"

"Forgive my hastiness! Well actually...a friend of mine told me to contact Sir Ludolf Becker, who is also your uncle. After he read a story of mine he insisted that I should contact with him immediately. He told me that sir Ludolf is soon going to get retired so I wanted to hurry things you know? Everyone would do whenever they get an opportunity."

"Do not Mr Nelson. I think uncle Ludolf will get retired...after 2 months, so we can visit him this weekend if you have some spare time?"

Mr Nelson took his hands. "I...have time in this weekend. Please tell me the time?"

"I will talk with my uncle today so I will inform you tomorrow about it. But Mr Nelson...he is still in Germany and he only takes requests if visited in person. So..."

"It is okay! I will find the time. Then this weekend...will that be all right?"

"Absolutely!" Marcel replied.

Mr Nelson left just after that. The night was also coming to an end.

***

"...your honor, you know what? Humans always seek opportunities and so did I. But it doesn't mean that I had that plans. It was just out of pity. As the saying goes, 'curiosity killed the cat'. I just wanted to help. As you know I pitied her."

***

Soon it was the weekend. Marcel told Sasha about it and she was rather happy about it. Me Nelson came to his apartment room very early in the morning.

After Marcel packed his bags quickly, they went to the airport in a cab.

As they were about to reach the airport Mr Nelson asked Marcel, "How are you feeling about it? Will you stay for some time there?"

"Well I was just happy that uncle decided to meet you and read it in person. He does not do that a lot, you know. About my stay I guess I will for some extra 2 to 3 days.

"I see." Mr Nelson replied calmly.

Now the airport could be seen. It was very huge airport with almost all the facilities. The Inside was just magnificent. After they boarding, they went to their seats.

Their luck was not so good that they got to seat with each other. But they never mind it much as the excitement was just around the corner.

After a long flight of 8 hours they reached Germany. One have to admit, Düsseldorf was really known for it's fashion, architecture and art to it's very core. As the night approached they soon reached his uncle's home. Well it was quite large to be called a normal house.

***

"Your honor, humans often tend to believe something told by a famous or powerful person. It has been like that since ancient times. The main story of mine starts from the Düsseldorf trip with Nelson Stokes. And from that I realised that I was caught in 'A Pig Trap'."