In His Shoes (They don't really fit, but worth a try)

“Take my phone.” I said.

“I don’t need it. It’s just one day. And it’s not like I call you or anything when I’m out” She replied rather rudely. She seemed pretty pissed and I was in a peace keeping mood today, thus decided not to press the matter. But then again, what if something happened?

“But still... In case something happens.”

“What could possibly happen?!” She was screaming now. So I rolled my eyes and mumbled something under my breath for her to make out as she may. I tuned her out and continued doing my work in my own world that didn’t have room for a dumbass, crabby sister.

I could still hear her stomp out and bang the front door. Why does she do that! That is so annoying.

After fuming for a couple more minutes I was able to resume studying. Time dragged; my colourless chapters didn’t help. After a while I realized that a lot of time had passed – 3 hours! She said she’d be back in 2. I tried calling out to sure she hadn’t crept in when I was absorbed in my demanding Sanskrit lessons. No reply. Not that I had expected much. Immediately, my mind started conjuring up horrible images of what might have happened. One particular scene was recurrent with vivid details…

She gets into an auto with a decent looking driver, tells him her destination. They get moving, everything is normal, until he takes an unexpected turn into one of those mysterious, winding, clustered together lanes. She protests, telling him to go back to the main road. The dude says it’s a shorter route that’ll save time and that going back would be a pain and will cost more. She has better things to worry about; she reasons, and lets the guy have his way. They go deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of lanes, a small paranoia starts gnawing at her. Finally she decides to stick with the main road idea and tells him she’ll pay the fee, just get back to the road. She thinks besides she’ll have to spend less time in class and she can blame traffic. He agrees but continues to take her down the same road, saying they were almost at the road. Her paranoid self takes control of her thoughts; she couldn’t hear any large vehicles or the inconsiderate honking of big roads. She thinks of the self defense that she knew which did not comfort her much.

Before she was done with three threads of thoughts, the auto stops. Not to worry he says and walks out to the back of the auto to get some gizmo which he put to use on the engine. He honks twice. A group of men from around the bent come by. They seem to know the driver and start enquiring as to what the problem was, all the while stealing looks at her. By now she is completely panic stricken and acting purely on instinct she starts running. She doesn’t get far when the gang catches up with her.

I didn’t allow myself to think more. I shook my head, trying to clear the horror scene and get straight to doing something about it. I called up my parents immediately; they heard the hysteria in my voice and said things that calmed me little. My mother promised to be home as soon as possible. I paced the length of my house, not really thinking of anything, rather trying not to.

After an eternity my mother got home. She asked if my sister had returned as though the fact that she hadn’t was not evident from my behavior. When I didn’t say anything, she made me sit down and told me that my sister would be fine and that there would be some very reasonable explanation for her not getting home in time. A great deal of consolation that was. She excused herself to make some phone calls.

Phone. Why didn’t she just take my phone? I should have pressed harder. Or put the phone in her bag. If she had taken my phone, none of this would have happened. She could have called when she got in trouble. Why couldn’t she just take my phone!

“What could possibly happen?!” She was screaming now.

I snapped out of my reverie and stared blankly at her. She had that maddening ‘Well, aren’t you going to say anything? Dweeb’- look on her face. 
Wow, crazy imagination. So nothing happened... yet.

“Just take it,” I said trying to sound bored and waving my phone in the air.

“Ugh!” She looked up at the ceiling exasperatedly. She snatched the phone from my hand and made a big show of putting it in her bag. “Ya happy now?”

I just shrugged and pretended to do my work, not letting her know the anxiety attacks she was saving me from, while she left banging all the unfortunate doors in her path.

By the way, nothing really happened; she did come back in record time. But I was able to breathe freer.

[[[All this was thought up by the Sister in the story, in an attempt to understand how the twisted brain of my brother works. Yup, I'm the annoying sister who did not get kidnapped.

But if I'm completely off the mark, eh well it was fun to write. 

Anyway, I'm glad I have a crazy paranoid (I guess a bit caring too) brother.]]]