(WARNINIG: Suicidal thoughts.) Author Notes at the End.

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Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8 current]...

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59 ÷ 31 = 0

Chapter 8: March 22nd

INVENTORY: KNIFE, CHAIR, BED SHEETS, SCISSORS
Balance: 0 USD

Hisham closes his windows. The afternoon cheers from outside is too much for him to bear.

He surrenders to his bed in the dark room.

He has work to do but can't cultivate motivation. He'll ask for a sickness break. He's mentally fatigued, so that won't even be a lie.

The swirl in his stomach tortures him. His tummy demands food and wants it now. Hisham scans the room for distractions.

In the room's darkness, Hisham sees a chair. On the chair, he finds his joker standing. Hands moving. The same joker who always mocked him through the mirror, looked desperate, impatient, as he attached something to the room's walls.

Hisham tiredly positions himself to take a better look at the chair. The joker was attaching some long fabric to the ceiling. Hashim's palm clutches on the blanket he lays on. Is the joker making a rope of the blanket?

Hisham stares as the joker makes a circular end to the rope. The joker's hands shivers as he moves the rope up his head--

"STOP!" Hisham screams. The joker disappears.

Hisham wakes from his delusion. He breathes desperately.

Hisham realizes both of his hands were around his nick. He wonders if he was choking himself, or if he was checking if his nick was still there. Either way, cold sweat oozed all over his body.

He wants to take a shower, but he's afraid the joker might still be there. Waiting...

"I better take the chair away." Hisham ignores the torturing pain in his stomach.

Only that day, Hisham notices. The joker's laughs have turned into screams of agony. He mocks himself, and smirks in defeat as he moves the chair away.

To Be Continued...

Go to Chapter 9... [TBA]

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Author Notes

This was my favorite chapter to write so far! Hisham's delusions are getting out of hand. He's hungry and for some reason, he doesn't ask for help from his neighbors, a major depression sign, don't you think?

This chapter is one of the longer ones for this story. I hope what's happening in this chapter is clear. I wanted it to feel dark but not too dark. Vague enough to lead to different interpretations but not too vague.

If you felt that, I'll consider this chapter a success. Tell me if you think so. Out of all the chapters, I want your opinion on the most this time, so make sure to leave a reply, even if a small one.

What do you think?

Tell me your thoughts about the visuals too. I tried to do something different in this chapter and use Red Imagery, what do you think about that?

If you're in the mood for another story check out my "Where to Start?" article for more information.

Salam (Peace)

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