God save me!

“What the hell are you doing here? Its my house”, I roared silently.. He didn’t reply… Neither did he move. He stood still, staring at me as if it was his question that I had stolen. "Why am I scared? It’s my house!" It is he who is the intruder, the interloper. He should have been terrified to death for having an encounter with me in my ruling territory. But I could not spot any speckle of fear on his side. While every fraction of a second I could sense the panic within me rising at an exponential level. I wanted to call for help. I was continuously reminding my self that I am supposed to scream and call for help in such situations. A situation as this, when winning the combat on my own was a far-fetched dream! And yes soon I agreed to the commanding voice within me and was trying my best to scream as loudly as possible. I knew I had to make an extra attempt to achieve the desired volume levels as I often find my normal decibels far below average.
I realized that at this crucial point too my own voice had abandoned me. While I was busy combating whether to fight the battle independently or call for help, I was oblivious of the fact that another battle within me had already commenced and ended. That was the brawl between my fear and my voice. The fear within me had risen to such soaring levels, that it had emerged the apparent winner over my vocal powers. This event had probably reduced my chances of winning even further.
I had foreseen that the only probable way I could overpower my antagonist was by calling for help. But this very option was suddenly snatched away from me.
I kept trying harder and harder to scream. But all that I could hear was a mere screech.

With every failed attempt to scream I could sense that my opponent was beginning to feel stronger. I knew I had to act fast. It was a do or die situation. I couldn’t let some intruder enter my premises and defeat me over as if it were all a Childs play. I couldn’t let that happen. I knew I was stronger than this, both physically and emotionally and this was the time I had to prove it. By now I had decided that whatever happens, I shall not give up. I had to at least give him a tough fight. Thankfully, like my vocal powers, my visual powers had not yet deserted me. I had noticed that he didn’t have any weapon with him. This was my alibi to convince myself that we were on par with each other and if by luck all the powers of the universe were with me, maybe I could win! I immediately picked up whatever I could lay my hands on. All my hands could find was a newspaper. I quickly rolled it up and hurled it at him. I was aware that my picked-up weapon would not do any damage to him, but I was hoping it would undo the damage done to my own standing due to the failure to scream for help a few minutes back. I wanted to make him aware that I am not the one who will give up. Yes I am capable and very much ready for a fight.
My strategy did prove a little helpful. I could see that he was a little moved by my hit. He changed his position a little and this gave me the courage that maybe I could defeat him. With this courage also came back my vocal strengths which had abandoned me a while back. I managed to gather out some more audacity and finally I was screaming. Three loud screams!!! I felt as if I had found a quality of mine that was unknown to me all this years. I had never thought my voice would ever attain this high decibel value. Fear is one emotion which often introduces a person to ones otherwise unknown traits.

The screams were successful at their job and Ashish who had fallen asleep amidst a movie, in an adjacent room was fast approaching my combat zone. With this my antagonist realized that now mine was the stronger squad and he decided that its better he takes to heels. Before Ashish could enter the room and take him to task, he had already made his safe exit. I was relieved that the dreaded battle was finally over. Ashish was a little disappointed though as he wanted to corner the enemy. But for me he was already my hero. He had saved me from an unfortunate sequence of events. For me he had already stayed by our yet unsaid vow of protecting me from all odds. For me he had conquered the battle. And ofcourse I was proud of myself too for mustering the courage to scream for help which was an equally important move at the dreaded scene.
Even now when I think of the entire incident, I feel a sense of pride for not giving up despite being scared to death, for managing to demonstrate a stronger self, while internally I was collapsing with fretfulness.
However along with this feeling of pride and self-extol also is another thought… what if he or some member of his family is aiming a revenge as they probably mark this incident as a shameful and disgraceful defeat in their history.
What if some day they decide to come as a troop and I am all alone with no one to call for help? Such thoughts have always haunted me since the incident and I know they will continue to. I cannot dismiss the fact that my antagonist and his family reside just a few meters away from my abode. Yes just a few meters along the vertical axis. Maybe you know him too… My antagonist is a member of none other than the infamous and disreputable cryptoceridae family. God save me from them!