Someone Is Watching Me?

Chapter One - It's creepy

Chapter One – It’s creepy

“Don’t get inside the bus.”

“What?”

“I said don’t get inside the bus.”

“Who are you to tell me what I should do and what I shouldn’t?”

Why is rapidly my heart thumping inside my chest?

Why am I sweating?                         

I could feel sweat dripping from my forehead.

Where am I?

Oh my god I can’t see anything.

‘Damn eyes get open fast.’

I could feel my body on something soft and my hands that was moving beside my body.

Did I hear someone snoring?

My eyes slowly opened but it took time to adjust with darkness.

I tilted my head at side to see from which direction, I could hear snoring.

As soon as I realised it was my right side, where I could hear a female snoring.

The reality hit me it is my mom. She has habit to snore lightly when she’s in deep sleep and silently I thanked her to wake me up, because that was the only time when I realised I was in my damn dream. I’m still on my bed but that dream, which was surreal that it’s not leaving me alone.

It has been a week; I can’t get over with it. Every now and then BREAKING NEWS flashes in the news channel and it makes me feel guiltier. Moreover, that is why, the guy is not letting me go from my dream, because he makes me feel guilty that I listened to him.

It makes me think how helpless I was and why I just didn’t get into the bus, before it got disappeared from the signal.

‘Why I just even get down from the bus?’ oh my dull thoughts do not ever shut up. That one incident really changed my life.

‘Why?’ I still wonder.

After that one phone call, I never heard again from him.

And you know why?

Because that one phone call stuck inside my head and it stalks me every night.

Makes me feel guilty.                                 

Makes me believe to kill myself.

Makes me wonder why I’m still alive?

Makes me surprise why I didn’t die that day?

Makes me remorseful why I couldn’t save everyone?

Makes me question why he saved only me?

Makes me confused why I was the chosen one by him?

All my thoughts came to an abrupt halt, when someone nudges my elbow. I looked at the source of my sudden distraction and it was my mom, whose face I couldn’t see but her voice reminds me of her existence.

“What are you doing?” she continued in her sleepy tone, “go to sleep.” I nod my head, even though I know she couldn’t see that in darkness.

I lay down on bed, but sleep didn’t dare to touch my eyes. Moreover, this is not at all surprising me. It’s happening from past one week and dark circles have been friends with my face, not wanting to leave it.