Silence

I start to write with tapping steps; someone is coming to my room. Knocking, but remain silent unless I am not opening the door. Doesn’t know who is outside the door but I guess there is someone whom I don’t know. I think I am not at my residence but rather I am somewhere else. I then decide to open the door but there is no one outside, I frighten, scream, grab my hair and pull them. This really makes me fragile because I don’t know how to explain it but I am sure there was some kind of appearance that is scaring me. There is a sudden trap and some calling me. I can hear the voice but instantly it irks me.

I already closed the door but I think I need to make sure who is outside. Let’s see. What happen why was the door wedged. I rush to the window, as I pull the knob of the window; it’s locked but how? Who locked it from outside because this is not possible? What is happening with the lights – suddenly lights off and on make me think there is someone in my house or outside who is doing all this.

Suddenly I get a call on my mobile. It’s an unknown number. When I pick up the call – “Hello” There is no reply. I again say “Hello” but no reply. Rushing to my room to find papers because those papers are important for me and if someone deliberately is doing all this to me then that person also knows my personal life and where I keep my papers and other important documents.

Searching for the papers in my wardrobe and find them. Loosen up myself on the couch and my head turns to the right side but find someone is staring at me through my room’s door. Who is there? Hey! Wait. I am coming. Stop! I immediately rush to the door and find some kind of silhouette of someone, as there was someone outside the door seeing me.

I thought someone is kidding me whom I know but now there is something else, perhaps, something ethereal or what?

“I don’t know who you are? But please come outside and show me your appearance.

“I am here and enfolds you with my gloomy shaggy shadow” said unknown thing

“But where are you?” I ask

“Inside you” replies the unknown thing

“What do you mean? I am what I think. So, please come out and show yourself in front of me” I said

Found you it seems you are afraid of something and I am sure that thing is me. There is some clamour and then someone chuckles.

Listen, don’t try to intimidate me. I know you are some whom I know but I forget for now.

“Why are you looking in the mirror?” said the unknown thing

“No, I am fine. I don’t look anywhere. Tell me where are you now? Don’t think you will segregate my strength” I said

I am looking into the mirror and find myself which is usual but my moments in it dazed me and there is nothing normal in it.

Hey! Are you there? Don’t play with me. I know how to pact with you. I stalwartly hit my hand to the mirror and it breaks.

Now, I will see what you do. Chuckling.....

Complete silence. I heard a noise, look back find no one there and the pondering. I shout help! Help! But I can’t do any because there is only house of mine in this region where I am living. I again look at the mirror and surprised to see because there are no chinks on it.

But how could this be possible? I broke the mirror but there are no cracks on it. I am staring at the mirror but its firm from everywhere.

.........

You failed.

You never deserve your existence, you have ruined your life and now, you are pretending that you didn’t kill your friend. How so you are so stupid? Because I am you and you are me. There is no difference between us. Oh! Really, seeing you in trouble makes me to laugh at you but never mind. I hope one day you will confess you killed your friend which is in your imagination, perhaps, but you did something real.

Notching my head and staring at the mirror. I don’t know what are you saying, I never kill an insect then how I could be able to kill my friend especially my best friend who once dodged me in my research but never mind it, so tell me am I a murderer? Nodding the head and with hostile conduct towards himself while staring at the mirror. Jarring voice but still doesn’t want to confess that he murdered his friend but what makes him think to confess his murder is his own self-images which he is afraid of.

Did I kill my friend? I am in deep thinking. Yes, I get it, I killed my friend but not my best friend, but you who make me to think like this- I scream. Rushing to the door and then running swiftly on the stairs but suddenly falls. After few moments, my arms wedged and my right hand is on something which makes me to feel that my hand is on eyes, then nose and I suddenly get up and see the face of myself.

No, this is not how could I be here instead he has to be in place of me? Is this my imagination? Yes, this is. I killed my friend and I am not pretending, and I threw him outside my house’s shack then who is playing with me? With aggressive and harsh voice; you appear in front of me. I killed my friend and you can’t do anything. Talking and murmuring with himself and then find on the top of the stairs and then look the face which he saw; finds nothing. Where he has gone? With the sudden tweak to see nothing there and stun, he falls from the top of the stair and there is complete silence.