Through The Dark

Chapter 7

Unknown POV

The tables were cleared and the clock struck 10 am. The walls were plastered and the floor covered with a dusty rug. The neighbour who've been a burden to me for so long has moved out. I can go out as I wish now. As I look at the clear sky, my past gets blurry as I try not to remember it. What happened, I never wanted it to come right in front of my eye. I go to the doctor every week properly. I take my pills...

But nothing has changed. The atmosphere, the aura or even myself. It was disgusting. All I wanted was to go to the streets and walk as one among the others. But that ain't gonna make any difference. This disease of mine is swallowing me whole. But I like it this way. I like it when it's disgusting or disturbing. I like this atmosphere. I like this aura. And I like this side of me.

My lips twist a smirk as I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I opened the mirror on my left, inside which lies a medicine cabinet. I take out the transparent little bottle and shake off two red pills from it. I swallow it without water. I never actually needed water.

No one would believe my usual routine was similar to any other ordinary people walking around in this world. But everyday I just have a few turnings................for a few hours.

I've already sketched a plan for today. The only thing now was to find the right time. And that's not gonna be real tough.

"Ahh....these things...", I breath out.

I go down the stairs to the dark room underneath and push the curtains close to hide sunlight.

The floor was flooded from all kinds of guns to laboratory medicines. Few were broken and others did not work as planned. I never bothered to clean up this mess. Sometimes I found interesting things in this like my old stop watch and bits torn from photos.

I pace around the table looking at the different kinds of parts lying on it. My hand shuddered to touch them but I took it anyway. The barrel was badly broken. The other parts of the gun were either crushed or greased. It was of no use now. I placed it back down and searched for something which could be used. I stopped near a knife. My finger ran through the sharp edge of the knife. I patted the knife on my palm twice. I doubted whether I must do it. After a few minutes, I took the golden yellow liquid from the phial and was about to start applying it to the tip of the knife. But my hand stopped me halfway and I had to give up. I leaned on the edge of the wooden table and breathed out deeply.........maybe I could use some other method.

I took the knife and the yellow liquid outside and threw it into a loaded garbage van. I waited there until the van was off. Then I returned back inside the house and leaned on the door weakly. I heard a metal sound and looked over at the huge clock in the corner. It was already past 12. I didn't have much time to think of another way and get going.

I went upstairs to my room and locked the door behind me. My eyes glanced from left to right constantly. As I walked over to the other side, my hand slid against the wall capturing the details in the photos. Red markings everywhere. And threads hanging down from the ceiling, reaching from pic to pic. This has been going on for a few months but out of all these.....

I got NOTHING!!

Absolutely nothing. My eyes had gotten used to the violent images inside the pictures and now I could see them without hesitation.

I thought I was gonna lose but I'm not gonna give up this easily. Thoughts like this have become old and I have started wondering whether I truly am doing what I think I'm doing. This whole thing stands out like a vivid dream. But I couldn't hold it in my two palms. And I couldn't let it go too.

As I was lost in my own thoughts, my hand accidently pushed a photo off the table. I bent down to pick it up when I noticed a tiny surveillance camera calmly fixed to the wall underneath the table. I stared at it for a few minutes when finally I reached in to pull it out. Once it was in my hold, I bent down under the table, to the angle the camera was fixed and saw through the frame. The entire room plus the doorway could be seen from it. The person who fixed it might have been watching me this entire time, I thought. From when I entered to what I took in my hands. My self talks would've been recorded as well. I sighed and pulled open a drawer to take out a hammer. I then smashed the mini thing to dust.

Whoever was watching, might have been following me for a very long time. I imagined a thick shadow following me through the streets, down the road, to my house and everywhere I went. Then I imagined the possibility of him entering the house. He might've been waiting for the right time to enter. The time when I go out for my few turnings. Nothing was stolen in the house nor was damaged. The person had just fixed the camera to the wall and left. So his motive was only to know my findings.

"ugh!", I exclaimed. "It's time for me to change my place again."

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