Darkroom Diaries : Whispers In the Fog
~Darkroom Diaries~ 2
The kettle whistles.
To stay pop out of the toster-burnt.
like ever other Monday.
Raina warps her shawl tighter, rubbing her cold finger together.
Her routine was comfort and also her prison.
Bathroom Steam ---
Raina stood up under the sower
Raina Mitra | FL
*(Suddenly she thought someone was watching him.
As she wipes the mirror-
She freezes.
For just a second, a man's silhouette stands behind her.
But no one's there.)*
Unown Person
( Real name hidden)
Presence : Mostly through chat at first, then as a stranger in her surrounding.
Tone : Clam, poetic, slightly haunted.
Motive : Draws Raina back to a past she 's forgotten-a tragedy unfinished.
Twist : Has a romantic possibly obsessive attachment to her-protective yet dengerous.
Unknwn person
~I'm Always Watching You~
My Dear 🖤
Type : Loud, energetic, loves gossip, fiercely loyal.
Role : Adds lightness but slowly gets dragged in to the dark mystery.
And she senses the danger first.
{ 09:10 AM } Bus to college
Chat Notification : Unown📱
Unknwn person
You painted me again last night.
Standing behind your mirror.
Raina Mitra | FL
That not possible. I didn't even draw.
Unknwn person
Then why are your finger stained with black charcoal ?
Raina Mitra | FL
*(She looks down)*
She walks into class.
Disha greets her with her usual “zombi eyes” coment.
But Raina's mind is elsewhere-on the brush strokes, she doesn't remember making.
[ Lunch Break - College Canteen ]
Disha | Raina's best friend
You're scaring me. Don't lie-you're seeing someone, aren't you ?
Raina Mitra | FL
(Half-laughs)
Yeah.... someone from a dream I didn't invite.
Disha | Raina's best friend
That's not romantic, baby. That's like horror film
Raina walks alone. The streets are grey.
Suddenly, she feels it-
Like someone watching from across the road.
Unknwn person
*( There he stands.
Tall, black coat, half his face over with scarf.
Their eyes meet-hers widen.
Suddenly a car passes, he's gone.)*
[ At Home | She paints 🖌]
She starts with her own reflection.
But her brush moves on its own...until he appears beside her--again.
She doesn't stop
Chat Notification : Unown📱
Unknwn person
Thank you.
You captured my eyes perfectly this time.
Raina Mitra | FL
What do you want from me?
Unknwn person
To remember.
To finished what we started in the dark.
Raina Mitra | FL
( Her painting blurs.
The painted version of her suddenly has someone holding her hand from the shadows...)
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