The Black Coat *UNDER EDITING*

Chapter 62 The Singhals

A/N Halfway through the first conversation part I realized something and that was I HAVE 0 CONVERSATION SKILLS. 😑

Introvert writer sucks. Don't hate me bye.

Thank you for 22, 23, and 24k...🙈❣❤💋.

I have filled a ticket yesterday, because a big part of my chapter was deleted or not saved, forcing me to write back in hurry sorry.

This chapter is written hurriedly. Don't hate me for this.

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Pankhuri felt herself suffocate in her sleep. The memories of last night hit her again. She felt a heavy burden over herself while she continued to struggle in her sleep.

For some reason, she just couldn't open her eyes. Her body was shivering and sweat dripped down her face.

'H-help me...help-me...huhhh...no...' Pankhuri whimpered in her sleep. Tears fell through the side of her closed eyes. She could feel the cold sharp tip of the knife piercing through her skin.

The blood

The pain

The laughs

All felt real even in her sleep. She wasn't ready for what happened yesterday night. She had just run away from a monster but didn't know people around are worse.

Suddenly it all went dark for her, she stopped struggling in her sleep and tears also stopped. Pankhuri frowned in her dream trying to understand. But as she thought it all had ended, a sharp heart-wrenching pain started from her shoulder near her neck soon spread across her body.

Pankhuri's eyes wide opened and she got up sitting straight with a painful moan. She held near the wound, trying to soothe the pain but it was not going to. Pankhuri moaned again, it took a few moments but she got used to it and that's when reality struck her.

At the moment she was sitting on a bed, she never knew even existed. She gulped down with widened eyes and looked around 'Where the fuck am I'

She just couldn't identify the place she was at. It was a dark very boyish kind of room. It had few hand-drawn sketches posted on the wall. It was quite dark, so she wasn't able to look at everything around carefully.

She could see the small rays of light coming from beneath the door, the door that was locked.

'Where am I' She asked herself before removing the warm comfortable comforter from over her body. As she held the comforter and was removing it from her, the wound inflicted, causing her to shriek.

She noticed she wasn't in the dress she had been bruised last night. She frowned trying to remember everything or anything, but her luck wasn't in favor of her.

'Which place is this, who brought me here, who changed my clothes...and who bandaged me' She completed her questioning thought, looking at the sling, that was holding her left hand intact at its place.

With an ajar afraid face, she stepped out of the old spring bed. The bed creaked as she got out, the room was filled with years-old furniture, none of them was broken but it all was kept in a very clean state.

Not even a bit of dust was present. Pankhuri gulped down and holding her hand over the sling she slowly walked towards the door, in the pajamas nightdress.

She held the doorknob reluctantly ready to open it, but to her dismay, the door was locked. Pankhuri panicked for a few moments before she moved her ear closer to the door. Placing her head over the door she tried to hear anything or anyone, but all she got was silence.