That day, everything went silent.
The red light bled against the wall, painting the room like a corner of hell. It was quiet, but it wasn't a peaceful silence — it was the kind that threatens. Each breath clawed at my throat.
The crimson glow stained the walls like blood, and my eyes couldn't escape it. It felt as if looking away would only make it worse. My body froze. My voice vanished.
When his shadow fell over me, every echo of my childhood went silent inside.
I couldn't say "stop." In that moment, there was nothing left of me. Fear seeped into my bones, settling deep where warmth used to live.
My body was still there, but my soul had already stepped away. I stared at the ceiling, watching it all as if it were happening to someone else. But it wasn't. It was me.
And no one heard me.
Under that red light, there was no clock. No time.
Only fear. A trembling body. A silence that froze everything