Prologue

In the eerie of dark silent room, shadows seemingly dances in the flickering light, a light through a small tiny window, its feeble glow barely piercing the thick darkness that currupts the space.

This was no ordinary room, It currupts all the living that's confined within it's space, It's more than just a prison, it's a suffocating void of emptiness.

A room without a door. Not a bed to rest upon, and not a food to fill ones stomach.

But amidst the darkness, It seemed a note resting upon the weathered wooden table. The cryptic note comprise an unsettling instructions and the dim light was reflected by an old fashioned gun

[an old revolver].

*"Envision your savior and lift the receiver; the phone will divine your thoughts and dial.

*Their answer is your lifeline;*

*Their silence, your end."*

She was filled with fear as she reads and recalls the hollow echoes in her memories. It seemed a face of despair disguised as hope in the manuscript as those unsettling words seems to be ingrained in her memories.

A vivid image was shaped in her mind that lights up a beacon of emotions deep within, a glimpse of hope and promises encompasses while suffering in distress of despair.

Trrring trrring.....

[ telephone rang]

The loud noise of the telephone engulfed the silence of the room, the echoes are baffling and it's deafening the silence.

As the telephone keeps on ringing, she hurried towards it's direction--she crawled towards the sound yearning for faith and expecting for an answer.

And as she picked up the telephone she heard a notable voice, a familiar sound that is similar to whom she had envisioned, then a voice resonated from the telephone.

*hello* , said the man on the telephone.

Even with the overflowing emotions and excitement she felt, she recognized the voice without a doubt.

*Zayne?* She asked with a trembling voice.

*What made you call me at this hour?* He asked abruptly.

After a while of silence, she explains her current situation carefully, distinguishing every possibility of how she ended up isolated in that room.

With the tone of her voice he seemed to be convinced of her situation, but it seems that he somehow doesn't care and said

*what about it?*, He said abruptly.

*"I'm serious!,save me!, I-I don't know what to do, the darkness is killing me!"*

She kept on convincing him while crying, at this very moment she started to lose hope.

*hope it does* ,He responded

*"BELIEVE ME!! PLEASE!!"* ,She begged

[beep, beep]

*"Hello? Hello!!!! Zayne? Hello!!!*

As the telephone slips from her hand, she dropped onto the ground as tears flows down from her eyes. Her emotions drive her mad, she started hitting the floor with her hand.

[thud,thud,thud]

She yells, *"aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAH"* as the frustration consumes her.

She continued to cry, cannot comprehend what had happened, and thoughts emerging on her mind, questioning why[?].

And as she wipe her tears and opened her eyes,the shining silver of the revolver caught her gaze, seeking her attention, longing to be of use.

She reached out for the gun desperately, wanting to end her demise.

She picked up the bullet and loads the gun as she whimpers.

*what did I ever do?* She asked herself while waving the gun.

She pointed the gun towards herself, trembling in fear and can't even mamage to place her finger on the trigger.

[sigh]

She points the gun away.

[Whimpering]

The emptiness, the feeling of her heart getting crushed made her cry even more. She cried loudly as she grasped her chest, succumbing in loneliness.

After a while of whining she finally settles.

[She took a deep breath]

And points the gun under her jaw. And at last, she pulled the trigger and ended her demise.