Story-1 (part-12)

“Put the gun down.” He said, “you know you can’t use that. Lets face it, your out of options here. Well, you got one option.” He looked Ron dead in the eye and howled, “Do as I say.” Ron looked at Kate, helplessly sitting on the floor. Tears streaming down her cheeks, shaking her head…

Story-1 (part-11)

Ron lifted the gun and pointed it at his head. He seemed very calm considering the situation. Maybe because he knew he had the upper hand. He was a good looking guy. Like a neighbour next door. Clean and simple, looked nothing like a serial killer. Maybe that’s why nobody suspected him. Even now no…

Story-1(part-10)

Ron’s fingers were running through the keyboard. Line after line of gibberish was appearing in the black monitor. Although it’s gibberish to most people, but not to Ron. He knew exactly what he was doing. He also knew how illegal it was. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And he was desperate. Time was…

Story-1 (part-9)

Ron opened the door and walked out of the room. The officer in charge just stared at him without saying a word . “My god! Your hands are bleeding!” Said the young lieutenant. “That’s not his blood.” Said the officer in charge before Ron could reply. Ron gave her a piece of paper with something…

Depression, suicide and hope.

I’ve been in depression for a long time. It’s not like just feeling sadness or being upset sometimes or all the time. It’s more like a dark cloud above me, following, always. As if there’s a wall dividing me. Living a half life. Never being able to be truly happy. I can show that I…