A boy, just 15 years old, shy and lonely. The typical weird kid that everyone prefers to avoid.
"So cliché."
This one, so lonely, creates his own deep and dark abyss, where he sinks more and more, until finally finding comfort in different art forms, but especially in reading and writing.
Soon, he spent hours and hours of his day writing different stories, but something still didn't satisfy him.
"It still wasn't good enough."
After days and days, reading, writing, and not having the expected result, he finds a notebook, unlike any he had seen. There was nothing written, it was just a notebook, without a staff, with a reddish cover, and a strange printed symbol, it looked like a pentagram. The boy had no idea what it meant, but he still took it to home.
"Who left it here?"
For some reason, since he got possession of the notebook, he started to have several inspirations. And with that, he started making sketches, and then creating characters, and give them better and better stories, that pleased him, the world he had created pleased him.
"This world is so perfect.."
But soon, he starts to hear strange voices, every time he left the notebook, Mika also usually gets stressed when the voices start, the boy did not understand why.
"What is Mika trying to tell me?"
The boy chooses only to ignore the voices and Mika's screams, wishing that everything would end in time. However, one day, when he arrives at his room, he finds Mika hidden under his desk, he seems to have witnessed a murder, and then, the boy looks at his bed.
"The Writer."
Written in bloody large letters. The boy did not know how to react to this. Who made this? Why did it? Who was this "writer"? he did not understand, but again he chose to ignore and clean the wall.
However, the voices in his head became screams, which started every time he spent more than two days without writing in the notebook, the screams sounded like a female voice. He still didn't understand the reason for the screams. As the days went by, the situation got worse, the words "The Writer" appeared everywhere and the screams got louder. He was so confused..
But one day, the voice responsible for the screams spoke to him, the voice was sweet, even comforting. "You are my writer." the voice said "You belong to me. You must do what I say, when I say it, or terrible things will happen. " she warned.
"This is what Mika was trying to tell me."
And so he continued his universe, which now, didn't seem so perfect.
Now, the boy belonged to that voice. His duty was to write the history of the notebook, to write it to the end. If he stopped for too long, the voice would punish him. But he still didn't understand why. Why does she want him to continue the story so badly? What is so special about it? He did not know.
"I am her personal writer."
"My only duty is to continue his story."
"If I stop, she makes me suffer."
YOU ARE READING
"The Writer"
Non-Fiction"I am her personal writer." "My only duty is to continue her story." "If I stop, she makes me suffer."