This was the best I could do. I don’t know anything but this this is my best, the best I could do.

Saturday or was it Sunday. The days pass by unceremoniously. I rotted in the covers of a twin mattress. It’s been so long since I had seen the light of day, all the curtains were closed shut and then there was a knock on the door. Immediately something didn’t sit right. No one ever visited me and for the right reason, I knew no one. So I let the visitor whoever they were tire themselves before they disappeared again forever from my life, they obviously were confused soon they would find who they were really looking for and probably laugh off their tiny mistake with whoever they were meeting.

The knocking got persistently louder, after, give or take, five minutes they showed no sign of giving up. I should’ve known then, the time that had passed allotted for reasonable assumption that they were knocking on the right door and probably more terrifyingly that they knew I was home. However whoever it was did not take into account my stubbornness and social ineptness there was no way in hell I would be getting up anytime soon especially not to talk to some stranger.

After half an hour, fear started settling in me, the knocking was occurring more sparsely but it was still there.

I could see the faint shadow of a pair of feet standing immobile outside the door, waiting...

Days had gone by, the knocking was there. The clicking of a metal ring and faint sound of nails hit the door not on purpose but because of the way the person threw their hand against the door.

“What do you want?!?”

It was my first attempt at communication I hadn’t moved an inch since it began. Silence followed for a few minutes and I relished in the silence before it became worse. Why did everything always get worse?

First my brother then my parents-

Then the knocking got louder! IT GOT FUCKING LOUDER!!!

The feeling of my throat ripping a scream didn’t bother me nearly as much as the pounding in my ears, “SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!”

“You shut the fuck up!” There was knocking from the ceiling and from the walls to my side.

There was so much knocking, so much noise. Was someone screaming? Who was scream-

“Oh!” I laughed, it was just me.

I grabbed a box of matches on my way to open the door.

I laughed this is my best, the knocking isn’t there. The knocking is gone! It’s finally fucking gone! My chest rumbled and shook with giggling. The raggedy unwashed blanket slipping from my malnourished shoulders.