Chapter 1
Sky appears darker than usual today,as the clock strikes midnight.
Moon peers behind a cloud, like a journalist awaiting scoop for a story.
Wandering enough it’s eyes land on flat 113 of that peculiar apartment.
There’s a dimly lit room, a girl in her early teens huddling in the corner, with a lamp next to her that illuminates her features enough to make out her silhouette but not enough to see through her tear stricken face.
Her legs are upto her knees, with her back on the wall, she uses one hand to hold up her knees and another holds up a phone.
It looks like she’s dialling someone.
If you hear close enough, you could make out the thunderstorm brewing beyond the huge French windows that adorn the wall.
The phone is ringing....Yet that someone isn’t picking up.
She’s not giving up, yet. She re-dials relentlessly and waits for the call to get picked up.
It’s 3am now.
The cell phone is now coming switched off.
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And with a jolt, I woke up— with a layer of sheen perspiration across my exhausted body plagued by yet another flashback that doesn’t stir my memories. I turn around my bedside, the clocks reads 3am.
