The Dark Fairytale

Two

"When I was young, five years old, I moved from a flat in New York to a new house that my parents had bought in another city. That city wasn't much known. It was named Amnesia. The name itself sounds pretty off, I know. But the name had a history, a really unrealistic history.

"A lot years ago, it was a well known and a very rich city. People used to come and trade there like all the time. Though nobody except the people living there was allowed to stay there for even a night, 'such a strange law' people used to say. Once an old man from a nearby village came to visit Amnesia. After spending the whole day there, he became too tired to go back to his place the following night and so he decided on staying until the dawn would break.

He saw no hotel nearby. He walked lots and finally found a place what he thought looked like a place he could stay. Though the price was very high but he needed to stay. He pretty much got an idea by then that it was illegal, the place. He was sleeping in the room when he heard some noise that was coming from downstairs. The noise sounded as if someone was scratching his nails on a board.

He couldn't sleep as the sound was irritating. He came downstairs to see where the sound was coming from. Coming downstairs, he saw some people sitting on the chairs. As he came nearer he noticed, that they were still working. He tried talking to them, but they pretended as if nobody except them was there. At last, he came up to the conclusion that those people were sleeping and doing the work.

When those people used to sleep walk, they used to be in a condition in which all they knew to do was work, and after they woke up in the morning, they didn't use to remember a thing about the night. When he told about this to the media afterwards, it was found out that the whole city was suffering from the disease that they at that time termed as 'Amnesia'.

It was later said that the reason behind the city being so economically perfect was because people worked twenty four hours a day and seven days a week, there. But the man didn't only just inform that. The night that he became aware of the condition of people there, he wanted to know more. He wanted to know where the sound was coming from.

He followed the sound and reached a small door which followed the way to a room. When he entered the room, nobody was there. He became disappointed. He was curious and wanted to know more. With aggression, he turned to leave the room. On turning he felt something behind him, as he turned his head back, he screamed. Screamed all of his beliefs out.

In front of his eyes, stood a person whose eyeballs were out still connected to nerves, and blood was flowing from every edge of his eyes. His smile was intimidating enough for a person to lose his life. But the old man ran faster than a train and left the hotel. He survived that night and three days in total after that day. He did tell about that frightening man to others, but nobody believed.

Nobody knew how the old man was killed. Because, the way he was killed, he looked fine. No scratches. No blood and what more is, after dying he still walked in his sleep. After dying, he still was suffering from Amnesia. He continued this for three years and then he just disappeared. And that's when the city was named 'Amnesia'.

Yeah so, after moving to the new place, I didn't know how to make friends. I didn't have friends. None. Whenever I tried making friends, I failed and this way, I broke my self esteem into some tiny pieces that I could never fin-"

"What do you mean by 'Tiny pieces'? I mean isn't self-esteem an abstract noun kind of term?" Ryan interrupts me keeping that Babe-I'm-not-that-creepy smile on his face. "Do you want me to end this?" I reply with aggression.