1 Chapter 1: Knock Knock

Today the walls of my room look much pale than I do. More white than bright. I think it reflects a part of me and some mystic force is draining out colours from my life. I was a victim of drug abuse, doctors claim seeing the world dull and gloomy might be one of the cons of substance abuse. I don't believe that, my life was never bright. The only reason why I took up drugs was to eliminate the noises in my head. I was on the ride of hallucinations. The world seemed so much quieter then.

Now I'm locked up in this tiny house to feel the peace, however it's more like house arrest and less of a treatment. Except for counseling sessions I have not left my house in 4 months. I'm so engulfed by the darkness that I have started hating sunlight. Human contact scares me. Only people I talk to is my mother and my friend Gini. And I trust no one.

The schedule for entry is pretty much fixed in our house. And everyone follows a pattern of knocks. Mum knocks twice and Gini once. Everytime I come across any one of the knocks I open up the door flashing my fake bright grin. I'm not supposed to open the door otherwise as a figment of my imagination might come true.

*Knock..knock..knock..*

*Pause*

*Knock..knock..knock..*

Who's there?