Overthinking is funny. It doesn't entirely despise the optimism but it finds a way to overwhelm its host. It does come in handy for a few people like Freya, who is a comic book writer working for a newspaper for the past two years. She was waiting for an opportunity to showcase her work rather than improvising someone else's with no trace of appreciation of her brainstorming. As soon as she got her hands to work on her new project, she was hell-bent to prove herself to the world that she is way better than her co-workers. Since the new project wasn't exactly a offer or duty it was a competition for members of the department who are willing to take the creative head of the department. After a few rumors being spread by some unwanted people stating that she was having an affair with Ross, she embraced herself, a popular guy from the sports and culture department of the newspaper. They have also falsely accused her that he has been slipping her ideas that are being expected from the highest officials.
She had rarely spoken to this Ross guy, and a coffee date would be called a rare to her.
These gossips began when Ross walked up to her table and asked her to be his date for his friend's engagement party.
It doesn't mean things didn't work out but he was not convinced with the idea of 'Fictionalism'.
As per the law of the world our parasite began to nurture our host, Freya with all the possible bad outcomes and disagreements can be possible they can face if they continued to go out together. As it sucked all of her belief and hope it lets her heart bear the painful consequences. You see, Freya had authentic feelings towards her.
It was a usual unadorned day for a scrawny girl like Freya, everything seemed normal until she received a call conveying that her house was set on fire.
When she reached the house there were no signs of fire serviceman to report.
"Is anybody there? " She called.
No response
"Excuse me! Is anybody there? Hi, I am Freya, I am living here, I mean not anymore, I mean, I used to " She stuttered as she slowly advanced inside the house. She was shaken as she passed through her burnt house.
She stopped at her half-burnt Chiffonier opening it she spotted her graduation picture with lilies on her mother's hands and she held it close to her chest. She dropped the frame as soon as she heard women bawl.
" Who is that? Who are you, lady? Come out. It isn't fun anymore, show yourself "
"Show yourself please " Freya wasn't good with supernatural stuff it feared her. She begged. She waited for an answer but she sensed someone's presence around her.
Flipping quickly she couldn't find anyone. As she approached a few steps she heard the sounds of teeth clattering.
Flipping again to the opposite side she couldn't find anyone. As she approached it became darker and darker hence using her phone's flashlight she moved towards the previous sound which was opposite to the bawling. She leaped away when a huge box fell before her from the loft.
'What if there is a spirit inside here? '
' What if doesn't want me to come? '
'What if wants me to come there and accommodate my body for its further venture? '
'Does it need a sacrifice? '
'What if the spirit was crawling right behind me now and was about to tear me down into pieces with its ten pointed brads'
As she closed her eyes in the horror of, she saw her myth happening to her, she shouted in dismay.
"A comic artist found dead due to heart attack on her apartment", the book ended.
"Congratulations on your new novel, Ross" Publishing head gave him a bouquet of lilies.
"What was your inspiration boss? " Ross's assistant asked him.
" Well I lost my date to a parasite" Ross chuckled at her assistant's perplexity.
