episode 1

why does one person begging their entire life for a single person holding a glance of light to enter their dark room saving them from the darkness, is always just a wishful thought which is never granted.....why when granted, their fear had happened. The fear of getting taken over by the darkness......Why does that person have to be felt like their ground has collapsed...they had fallen into a blackhole which people around them has themselve made....the people they trusted the most, why they needs to suffer?, why they needs to be constantly been reminded of those painfull memories by those cruel nightmares? It's a feeling noone wants to experience but still they needs to get through those painful nights those painful memories those......just why?? It was around 3:00 am in the morning small whimpers and heavy breathing was been heard. It became a routine by now in every two or three days one night would be spent with those whimperes and feeling of drowing, feeling of falling in, feeling of loneliness....sound of own heart cracking bit by bit going in your ear.....nails were been dug into skin till marks starting to form in attempt to stop those feelings. Surely, no one wants to feel the type of pain he was in, the pain of loneliness. Obviously it was not his choice to experience it too, wouldn't it be easy his choice was asked for but sadly it wasn't. An answer to simple "why" lingering in his mind is what he wants to be answered. The answers to his why. Why does he needs to suffer through this pain? why is this pain been made in the first place? a simple why....which no one can give the answer for. It's the feeling which even mightiest of all are afraid of, the...feeling of loneliness. The slick fingers covering the mouth of the poor in an attempt to make those whimpers not heardable are wet from the tears flowing through his eyes other hand's nail digen into the already busy arm trying to stop the shivering.....need of oxygen getting higher in such an extent that it feels like having a second death. First death u asking? He was already dead when he was thrown into this situation. Slowly and slowly those whimpers calmimg down, the arm which was busy to cover his mouth was now filled with red nail marks all over, eyes been puffed out stinging from pain and lastly his throat feeling like he hadn't drink anything from past two days. His hand came out of the blanket to switch off the alarm which was constantly trying to remind him he still have to wake up that the life he was afraid of won't wait for him. No mood of coming out of bed he forced himself up flinching due to the pain when the sunlight hit his puffed up eyes. He had learned one thing by now, life dosent go how u want to and for him it is impossible to make his life run like he want to.