𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾 || 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 [ on hold ]

4

A few weeks before the kidnapping..

Countless papers were left on the floor , not to mention the digital ones that didn't consume any paper & trees were also left blank. She thought at first that she needed a break , she went to therapy & hell she even took meds to stop herself from hearing things ..that aren't just there.

She knew she was just imagining things. Ghosts don't exist. Dead people can't whisper to your ears , they can't because they can't speak anymore. They got no tongue. Just skulls rotting away. They are on the ground so how can a dead man possibly walk? Impossible. 

That's what she kept telling herself. Impossible.  Unreal. But deny all she wants,that darkness had always been following her ever since that day of her book signing event 2 years ago, a voice calling her. By her exact name.

Ever since that day, sleep , writing & even her life had been unsettling ; she couldn't function normally. She tried to cling to slumber but that didn't work, her eyes & mind were both awake & never got a rest. Writing , she couldn't get past even one sentence , her fingers as if they refused to type any sort of letter.  She even tried to do it on a typewriter ,but again another dead end solution.

Losing two of those …abilities , causes her life to crumble. That day really did a number on her , no sleep means not enough energy to write. No writing means no source of income. 

Dozens of people tried to fix her, she was doing okay for almost a year after the incident in the book signing event. Even though she wasn't the same , she fought for it , even when the voices & demons came for her ; but a year later she relapsed.

She hadn't written any book for a year & the publishing company of hers wasn't so happy with that. She had a commitment to the company to write a book after her last book slash best seller , the readers were getting antsy. Hungry for more of her masterpiece.

The company was losing that thin thread of patience , the transition to a new day meant inching closer to that impatience being slowly cut away. Her editor didn't want that , she knows her client has potential.  She has the will to get up. 

351 days, she hadn't missed a day in this year ever since. It was closed to that dateline and when that dateline ends , means her client would have her contract revoked. "Darling, girl ..you gotta get up. I don't care just ..write Short stories or fvcking books of poems. Please just write.."

Takeouts like pizza boxes were left on the couch, cups of ramen were in the sink & leftovers of tv dinners were everywhere among rolls up papers. It felt like an abandoned place when people came into this writer's house. "Y/n , I will ask for help. Hell , I'm getting even a priest even if you don't want .."

Y/n looked at her editor with sunken eyes , bags under it It was like her mind was dead ." You know, they can't help me. Priests. Therapists . I just keep hearing her..whispering at me. I keep having the same nightmare every time I try to sleep.."

Her editor didn't reply to that ,she just stayed silent. Listening to her contant gibberish " She wouldn't let me sleep..she wouldn't let me stay awake either. She's driving me crazy " Y/n went into her crazy ramblings, holding her head that hurt.

From the opposite side of the apartment building ,  a woman was on a roof. Stalking her with a pair of binoculars, laughing at her being in such a state. Seeing her living like hell served as great entertainment for her. "You deserve that ,y/n …" a series of ghostly whispers were beside the woman. Then in Y/n apartment,  the writer y/n began to scream hysterically. 

Having another one of her episodes , the woman on the roof giggled , eyes turned normally . She remarked , satisfied with tonight's show only. Only tonight for now "I show you real hell in two weeks "

TO BE CONTINUED…