Chapters:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Wasted is a fictional story of a woman – Ezryl, in her late-twenties, who loses all hope and purpose of her life. Having a disturbing marriage, being a failed wife and a destroying her career herself, she develops suicidal tendencies. Before she could handle herself and fix things, she falls into a trap of mafia and underworld who carve her into a professional killer. She kills for money and drugs and loves her work. But one thing she’s unaware of, and that is the reason behind her transformation. What changed her into a killer? Who was planning everything for her life? Will she ever know the truth behind her husband’s life? Will she ever come to know about the real-side of the people whom she works for? Read more to know…

Chapter 1

WASTED

It was one of the finest mornings in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles. Birds chirping, heavy rainfall, weather was seducing the nature and everything seemed so lively and fresh. Just as the rainfall reduced, and from a continuous drizzle, it turned into a mild downpour, a woman in her late twenties, woke up from the noise of her doorbell.

Her house was a mess, with cigarette ash and ash-trays lying on the carpet, and the whisky and wine bottles rolling around on the floor, she saw what had she done to her home, although the day was fine, but her house was not. She was still in hangover of the previous night. Drinking and doping were her only abode since she lost everyone close to her. She gave up to drinking and thought of nothing else, to improve herself or, to take herself out from this mess.

The doorbell kept on ringing, and she was brought back to the present. She took her bathrobe and wore it. Her nakedness revealed many secrets of her past night. While wearing the bathrobe, she focused on her left arm, which had now turned blue and black in most parts due to syringe insertion and drug intake. She also cut herself at times, and her wrist symbolized her past in a brutal manner, every cut depicted, one bad memory of her life. She saw the first cut, and a faded smile appeared on her face.

The doorbell again pushed her out from her on-going romance with her past. She faltered and stumbled, and somehow reached the door and opened it. It was Mrs. Wilkinson, her concerned neighbour, who was the age of her mother, and she loved her like her own daughter.

‘Ezryl, sweetie, are you alright? I was worried!’ the grey haired, wrinkled woman seemed tense.

‘I’m okay, Mrs. Wilkinson. You don’t need to be worried about me…’ Ezryl scratched her head, her messy hair locks were stuck in her fingers.

‘Show me…’ Mrs. Wilkinson held Ezryl’s arm tightly, and she pushed the sleeve of her bathrobe behind.

She was shocked to see so many blue-black marks, clotted blood marks and insertion points.

‘Sweetheart, come inside…’ Mrs. Wilkinson wiped her tears, held Ezryl from her shoulders and took her inside.

Ezryl yawned, she knew she would again cry in her home for an hour. Lecture her about taking care of herself, being close to Jesus, praying, going to church, and thinking about starting a new life, but all she wanted was some sleep.

As expected by Ezryl, Mrs. Wilkinson again started with her ages old stories of drug abuse and molestation, and how people waste their lives in intoxication.

‘Sweetie, Jesus is watching everything, he’s everywhere. You don’t need to be afraid of anything. You can come out of all of this, you know? I’ll take you to the church today, and don’t you dare refuse!’

‘But, Mrs. Wilkinson…’

‘You do nothing, the whole day, you never go out, you never leave this home, I just see people coming and going, but I never see you, going anywhere, I don’t think you even eat anything, let me check your fridge!’

Mrs. Wilkinson got up and opened the refrigerator door. She shuddered seeing so many beer and Vodka bottles lying in the fridge, along with so many injections and boxes that enclosed so many kinds of liquids and powders in it.

‘Ezryl…darling what is all this?’ tears rolled out from Mrs. Wilkinson’s eyes. She had lost one daughter to drug abuse, and she was reminded of her past, when she dealt with her madness in her final days.

‘You are not doing this to yourself, you understand? Sweetie, you are coming with me, right now, and I don’t want any excuses!’

Ezryl yawned, scratched her head, and fell on the couch. She fell asleep immediately. The morning drug doses were doing their magic. She needed to sleep for some time, to prepare herself for her next dose.

Mrs. Wilkinson’s attempts to wake her, were failed, and after shedding a few more tears and chanting a few more prayers and verses, she went back to her home.

‘David…David?’ Ezryl crawled towards her drawer and dialled a number on her landline telephone.

‘Ezryl? Are you okay?’ a heavy and coarse voice welcomed her hostilely.

‘I’m running out of coke…are you somewhere nearby? Can you get me some?’

‘Sure darling, my men are just three blocks away, they’ll be right there.’

Soon enough, she had a packet delivered to her doorstep. Her support for the upcoming night was there, she needed no more entertainment tonight…

Chapters:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14




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  Comments (34)

  • eram

    August 25, 2014

    7th part not out today??

    • Mehek

      August 25, 2014

      Hi, chapter 7 will be posted tonight 🙂 Sunday was an off 😛

  • Ria

    August 28, 2014

    very awsm story
    da story track is fascinating!!
    n lots of suspense
    loving every bit of it. .
    amazing work dear!!
    🙂

    • Mehek

      August 28, 2014

      Thank you so much dear 🙂

  • snighnda

    August 29, 2014

    nice story

    • Mehek

      August 29, 2014

      Thanks Snighnda 🙂

  • maryam

    August 29, 2014

    This story is so hatt ke from your genre. Quite interesting n engaging. Looking forward to more such stuffs from you

    • Mehek

      August 29, 2014

      Thanks Maryam 🙂 If you liked this one, I think you’ll also like one more such unconventional story that has already been posted on my blog months ago – http://www.mehek.in/gudiya

      Stay connected, and happy reading!

  • Netra

    August 30, 2014

    Oo Lord….!! Can’t we just have the entire story in one go. The suspense is getting heavy on me….

    • Mehek

      August 30, 2014

      Entire story will be over by Tuesday 🙂 and thanks!

  • pooja v.

    September 1, 2014

    may b its drake’s 2nd wife 😀 hehe just guessing,hope atleast i am good at it 😛

    • Mehek

      September 1, 2014

      :p keep guessing, the mystery will be unveiled tomorrow night 🙂

  • Eram

    September 2, 2014

    I guess its either Mrs. Wilkinson or her daughter…

    • Mehek

      September 2, 2014

      You’ll know tonight 🙂

  • pooja v.

    September 2, 2014

    Mrs wilkinson’s daughter died bt it may be her

    • Mehek

      September 2, 2014

      You’ll know tonight 🙂

  • pooja v.

    September 2, 2014

    can’t handle this suspence anymore ,cant think of anything else

  • pooja v.

    September 2, 2014

    Oooh unexpected person. Hats off to u ma’am

    • Mehek

      September 2, 2014

      Thank you so much, I’m glad you liked it!

  • Ambuja

    September 2, 2014

    read in single go… too gud… 🙂 🙂 🙂

    • Mehek

      September 2, 2014

      Thanks! 🙂 Much love..

  • Eram

    September 4, 2014

    Perfect ending…. Loved it throughout. Amazing story 🙂

    • Mehek

      September 4, 2014

      Thanks a lot 🙂

  • Puneet

    October 26, 2014

    nice story….. at few points, some words repeated like intro of david etc which should b avoided. Also i felt, the mixing of scenes could be better. Apart from this, fiction is v.good and interesting. Keep it up (y)

    • Mehek

      October 26, 2014

      Thanks!

  • Joshita

    January 8, 2015

    Hi! You’d started with your next story Tantra. But I can’t find it now. It was going fantastic!

  • Mansi

    August 22, 2015

    Your writings are awesome… So well planned… Everytime I read such story on your blog I feel goosebumps and all what can I say is wow 🙂

    • Mehek

      August 24, 2015

      Thanks, Mansi! 🙂 It really feels nice to read a comment on a story written long ago…and wasted was one such unplanned, unexpected story that just followed up with the course of time. I hope you will like the upcoming stories too, especially Dare to Love (Part 2 of Inconsistent Love)

  • nikhil

    February 3, 2016

    Now i am becoming a fan!! too good.

    • Mehek

      February 3, 2016

      Thank you so much 🙂

  • Daisy

    April 16, 2016

    Definitely a very innovative plot….

  • Daisy

    April 16, 2016

    And wonderfully portrayed emotions in it too.

    • Mehek

      April 16, 2016

      Thank you Daisy! 🙂