Being the silence.

Chapter 1

Raindrops falling on my face woke me up. I opened my eyes slowly, the dark clouds unleashed a torrent of thunder, growling and booming around me. I lay on cold, damp ground, with no sign of shelter or escape. My chest tightened. My pulse raced like a drumbeat. A sharp pain stabbed my stomach. My feet were badly wounded.

'No, no, no. It has happened again; it's back....'

I looked around, taking in the scattered remnants of last night's party: crushed beer cans, a huge wooden table with a broken leg, and chairs lying everywhere. The smell of spilled beer, wet soil, and sweat hung in the air, making my stomach churn.

But how did I end up here?

I tried to recall last night's events, but my memories were hazy and unclear. Then, at once, I remembered my mother leaving me in my room last night, but why was I here? Alone, in the middle of the night. This made me shiver to my spine, and all the memories came back gushing into me, the memories of what happened a few years ago, that changed something inside me.

3 years ago.

I usually had really bad nightmares, but from the last few days, I had started sleepwalking. My mother was really concerned, but I told her it wasn't a big issue; we weren't really close because she never had enough time, so she didn't take much notice of it. But then one day, at night I found myself on the rooftop, on the fence, cold air hitting my face; I was on the edge, and just one wrong step, and I would've been dead. The realization made me sick.

I had sleepwalked again.

I slowly went back to my room, not making a sound, because I didn't want my mother to know what actually happened.

This thing always horrified me and was like a strong weight on my heart, now I regularly started locking my door before sleeping. I made sure that I locked it properly and i always locked the windows too.

But then... it happened, it happened again.

I found myself on my mother's bed with a knife in my hand, my mother screaming and shouting, crying for help. The look on her face gave me goosebumps. The fear was because of me... I was the reason for her condition. I tried coming towards her in order to console her, but then I realised she was wounded....... blood was flowing down her stomach; she was injured. She was... badly injured. She looked scared...scared from me.

I ran towards her, but she was just trying to run away from me. I wanted to hug her, to tell her it was all something I never wanted, but it felt like she had started thinking I did it on purpose. This was where my life completely changed...

I started attended therapy sessions and psychiatrists; my mother visited many other scholarly people to know if I was possessed. She started locking my door from outside and always locked her own door before sleeping. Our relationship started deteriorating; she started being scared of me and always forced me to visit weird sessions, and then finally, the sleepwalking mysteriously stopped, the nightmares stopped and everything went back to normal, but something was wrong something always felt wrong. I knew there was something..

And now it was all back! And I was lying here, alone, injured, and scared... with no idea how to escape this nightmare. The darkness seemed to be choking me, and I could feel the weight of my past bearing down on my chest. I tried getting up, but it just increased my pain. I finally managed standing and started moving towards my room. I felt numb, i felt dead; that was all.