BloodHill Pines | Horror | Ishman

chapter 7

Ishan stabbed his shubman

Ishan froze in place, the shard of glass still clutched in his trembling hand, as he witnessed the reality unraveling before him. The image of Shubman standing there, blood slowly dripping from the wound, shook Ishan to his core. The realization of what he had just done crashed upon him like a wave, and guilt and horror flooded his heart.

His voice quivered as he desperately tried to make sense of the situation. He looked at Shubman, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear. "Y-you're not real, you're n-not r-real," he repeated like a mantra, desperately trying to convince
himself that this was all just a nightmare.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he continued to repeat those words "You're not real" over and over again. His body trembled, both out of terror and shock. Ishan wanted to deny the reality unfolding before him, hoping that he was just trapped in a terrible nightmare that he would wake up from any moment now.

Shubman, still reeling from the unexpected attack, winced in pain as he clutched his wounded side. "I... I'm real, Ishan," he managed to say between gasps, his voice strained but firm. "This... it's not a d-dream. I'm right h-here."

Ishan's mind was clouded by the voices he heard, drowning out the real words coming from Shubman's mouth. Instead, he could only hear the distorted voices whispering horrifying phrases like

"Why did you stab me, Ishan?"

"Didn't you love me?"

"What if I died because of you?"

The tormenting whispers only heightened his guilt and confusion.

Ishan's voice trembled as he desperately called out, "Please stop! You're not real!" He clutched his ears tightly, trying to block out the malevolent voices that only he could hear. The fear and helplessness were evident on his face as he looked utterly tormented by the figure tormenting his mind.

His breathing became swallowed, and tears streamed down his face as he struggled to distinguish between reality and the nightmare unfolding before him. The voices continued to fill his ears, mocking and accusing him, making him even more disoriented and terrified.

As Shubman clutched his wounded side, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. His vision began to blur, and his breathing became labored. He tried his best to stay still, but his knees gave way, and he fell to the ground with a thud. The loss of blood and the pain from the wound made it harder for him to keep his consciousness.

Ishan remained paralyzed in his spot, still clutching his ears tightly as tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. He was trapped in his own world of delusion, unable to distinguish what was real and what was not. The voices in his head continued to torment him, their whispers becoming more persistent and ominous.

Ishan looked into the broken mirror, he saw his reflection staring back at him, stained with blood and tears. The sight sent a shiver down his spine, reminding him of the attack he had just unleashed on his love. The realization hit him hard; he had hurt Shubman, someone he loved dearly.

Ishan's eyes widened in terror as he blinked, and suddenly the reflection in the broken mirror no longer mirrored his own face. Instead, he saw the horrifying burned figure there, its haunting silhouette distorted in the shattered glass. The laughter that filled the room was chilling and maniacal, echoing in his ears and sending icy chills down his spine.

Ishan's hands trembled uncontrollably as he mustered the courage to pull out the broken pieces of the mirror from Shubman's wounded side. His movements were slow and shaky, fueled by guilt and fear. Each shard that came out made him wince, knowing that he was causing further pain to his friend.

The  maniacal laughter echoed in Ishan's head, becoming deafening. He could no longer endure the torment, and his body collapsed to the ground beside Shubman. Ishan lay there motionless, the broken mirror piece still clutched in his trembling hand. Darkness enveloped him as he succumbed to unconsciousness.

The room fell into an eerie silence as both Ishan and Shubman lay motionless on the cold, unforgiving floor. The shattered mirror pieces surrounding them glistened with blood, a grim reminder of the horror that had just unfolded. With neither of them conscious, the truth behind the nightmarish events remained shrouded in mystery, leaving the fate of their love and sanity hanging in the balance.

To be continued.....

-------------------------------------------------------------