CHAPTER NUMBER 10

I opened the msg to see that Jack was showing concern.

Message from Jack,

“Hey Ainmosni, how are you holding up? I hope that you feel better, I apologize that I can’t be there with my best friend during his worse time but there is nothing I can do about that and if you are still experiencing those things, go and visit the place which is written on the card, it will definitely help you get better.”

After I read this my suspicion instantly got buried, I started to feel bad that I actually started to doubt my friend, the only helper I have in this situation.

After reading Jack's message, I calmed down a little, gathered myself up, I planned on what to do next, I started to list every possible person who knows even the slightest about me.

While I was thinking of names, I started to wonder of the pain which I usually feel after the night, throughout the whole day.

“Wait a minute, why isn’t there any pain that I am feeling nor is there any gloominess surrounding me, is it because last night I had a nice experience, something which made me happy was it because of that? why is it that always when I think I am starting to get an answer, more questions start to pop up.”

I started by going to the places where I have done part time jobs or I frequently do, while I told them I would not be available for a week, I indirectly asked question to get a hint or clue if it was anyone from them, I kept an eye out for anything possible, their expression, their behavior upon me asking each and everything but there was nothing.

I asked even the manager of the restaurant and the pub to see if they held any grudge against me but nothing.

I would usually ask two main and one hypothetical questions.

“Do you mind if I ask you something?”

“How well would you say you know me?”

“Is there anything that I have ever done to you that might have upset you?”

“Hypothetically speaking, what if there is a person whose mind or thoughts are controlled by someone and at night when he tries to go to sleep, he is forced to go through and experience those thoughts which are like nightmare and when he wakes up he is still sleepy and the things that happened to him in those thoughts, he starts to feel them in real life.”

I would get the answer to the first two questions easily but taking the conversation in such a way that I could ask the last question and see their reaction was hard. I didn’t even talk that much and suddenly asking these questions would throw one off.

“It seems that it’s not any one from my part time jobs but everyone had the same reaction, confusion, hearing this question out of the blue as if they didn't understand what I said, completely different from Jack, he understood me and helped me, I wish Jack would be here to help me.”

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After going to each of my work place it had already reached nightfall, I was scared to go back home and experience hell again but there was that slight hope that maybe like last night I would get another sweet dream but fear was stronger, I wanted to go to college next day to find out if there is anyone there who might be after me but first I would have to survive the night.

I haven’t slept for 4 nights today would be the fifth, I was at an all-time low, no energy, no strength, the rest I need was nowhere to be found, the peaceful life I had lived was put to grave but as soon as I would enter my house the bed would pull me toward itself like two opposite charges, vanishing my fear, giving me fake comfort.

I against my will and heart walked towards the bed and laid down following my mind and like a snap I immediately fell into false slumber.

This time upon opening my eyes I saw that I was in the middle of the sea standing on a ship, there were a lot of people on board, noticing that their and my attire were quite ragged, I looked up to see that the sail had a print on it, I walked back a little to see that the ship I was board on was of Pirates.

I was a bit confused as to why I was in this scenario, the lifestyle of a pirate had nothing that I could relate with, while I was contemplating some called my name which made memories of that person flow into me but this time it was different, I didn’t lose control of the body, I was not a spectator this time, I was actually able to control this body, while I had my and this person memories.

“what, how am I still able to control this person, I am not a spectator this time? I still can feel things but actually being able to operate as someone else, this is different.”

I am someone called Boro, I am approximately 22 years of age, my parents died at a young age so to survive I joined as a cleaner on the pirate ship, I have served this group of Pirates ever since. Our group of Pirates are called Moderf Pirates, we are not that well known but we are a nice group of friends. Our Captain is also the friendly type.

We would roam around the vast sea, setting our sail high, going where the wind takes us, not knowing our destination, we would travel, stopping by islands, small villages habited on it, buying booze, rations for the next trip,

partying all night until we pass out, having no worry about tomorrow or what happened before that, day gone worries gone.

I spend a whole day as Boro, living the life he lives, the life of freedom, released from shackles or anything that bounds him from making decisions, no stress, no overthinking, your mind only on one thing where your ship takes you, the land you anchor your ship, it becomes the destination of the day.

How it would feel to live a life like that, no routine keeping you at bay, no time limit, not being contained by the world, not in a constant struggle to achieve something spectacular, not narrowing your mind to a single thing.

The freedom we fight for, I experienced it, wishing for it to last for eternity.

Tring Tring, alarm clock ringing,

“HAH, HUH, HAH, HUH, HAH, HUH.”

I woke up from freedom to experience imprisonment again.

I sat on the bed wearing my slippers saying with anger while I grabbed my hair with frustration.

“You really want me to experience hell, don't you, hah I know you can hear this, this is what you want right, making me lose myself, go crazy, making me go through that to show that I am fully under your control, than you hear this, I will find out who you are and I will get my freedom which I deserve.”

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