But I live alone...
My fingers fumbled as I held my phone. A chill ran up my spine, I could feel goosebumps. My heart reached a palpable heartbeat of 160, my fitbit flashed. Without a minute of thought I hit the trash button, shwoosh, the picture is gone. Weirdly, with the picture deleted, I felt a slight relief. 150, my fitbit flashed.
I felt something, words cannot fathom what I felt; its beyond words, not like mindblowing, more like mindnumbing. I dint know if it was fear or horror.
I gulped one entire bottle of water, I still felt my insides churn. I showered, wore my Ann Taylor suit, closed the windows, double checked, and left.
My day was as normal as ever, more numbers, more money, more trading. My mind kept going back to me in my foetal position, blue pjs with pink hearts. I couldnt concentrate. I decide to leave early. I walked pointlessly, my brain trying to be an author; trying to give this multiple endings. May be someone was playing a prank, for all the times I've been a prankster, may be i just imagined it all, may be it was a dream, may be my wall street job is getting to me.
As I reached my door, I met Mrs. Clark, taking Buddy for a walk.
Mrs Clark : "Hi, Twisha. How are you doing?"
Buddy comes running to me. Normally I would sit down to play, but my mind was too pre-occupied. I just patted his furry head.
Me: "I'm good Mrs. Clark"
Mrs Clark : "You look off today T."
Buddy whined for my attention. Mrs. Clark observed I unintentionally ignored it.
Me: "I think I need a vacation." I feebly chuckled.
Mrs Clark : "How are you liking your new house?" I could sense a certain curiosity in her question.
Me: "Why do you ask?"
Mrs Clark : "The father at the church told me a disturbing story about the previous tenants, I don't believe in such grandma tales. It's just stories for social gathering, I'm sure its chineese whisper"
140,141,145... My fitbit started flashing again.
Me: "What is it ". My voice cracked.
Mrs Clark : "An odd couple lived there, they had a child but never allowed him to go out of the house. He never saw the light of day, he was what they called 'bred in the pitch of darkness'. But the child was unusually talented, it seemed. He had a fetish for photography. He took lovely pictures of birds, and nature and many others, until he started taking pictures of his parents while they were asleep."
155,156,160... My Fitbit flashed.
My fingers fumbled as I held my phone. A chill ran up my spine, I could feel goosebumps. My heart reached a palpable heartbeat of 160, my fitbit flashed. Without a minute of thought I hit the trash button, shwoosh, the picture is gone. Weirdly, with the picture deleted, I felt a slight relief. 150, my fitbit flashed.
I felt something, words cannot fathom what I felt; its beyond words, not like mindblowing, more like mindnumbing. I dint know if it was fear or horror.
I gulped one entire bottle of water, I still felt my insides churn. I showered, wore my Ann Taylor suit, closed the windows, double checked, and left.
My day was as normal as ever, more numbers, more money, more trading. My mind kept going back to me in my foetal position, blue pjs with pink hearts. I couldnt concentrate. I decide to leave early. I walked pointlessly, my brain trying to be an author; trying to give this multiple endings. May be someone was playing a prank, for all the times I've been a prankster, may be i just imagined it all, may be it was a dream, may be my wall street job is getting to me.
As I reached my door, I met Mrs. Clark, taking Buddy for a walk.
Mrs Clark : "Hi, Twisha. How are you doing?"
Buddy comes running to me. Normally I would sit down to play, but my mind was too pre-occupied. I just patted his furry head.
Me: "I'm good Mrs. Clark"
Mrs Clark : "You look off today T."
Buddy whined for my attention. Mrs. Clark observed I unintentionally ignored it.
Me: "I think I need a vacation." I feebly chuckled.
Mrs Clark : "How are you liking your new house?" I could sense a certain curiosity in her question.
Me: "Why do you ask?"
Mrs Clark : "The father at the church told me a disturbing story about the previous tenants, I don't believe in such grandma tales. It's just stories for social gathering, I'm sure its chineese whisper"
140,141,145... My fitbit started flashing again.
Me: "What is it ". My voice cracked.
Mrs Clark : "An odd couple lived there, they had a child but never allowed him to go out of the house. He never saw the light of day, he was what they called 'bred in the pitch of darkness'. But the child was unusually talented, it seemed. He had a fetish for photography. He took lovely pictures of birds, and nature and many others, until he started taking pictures of his parents while they were asleep."
155,156,160... My Fitbit flashed.
