In middle of NOwhere (Part 1)



It was 3 AM as Bob was continuously staring at the wall clock hanging on the wall of his room. He was trying to figure out something written on the wall clock. It was written in English language, something he masters over but still he was unable to read it. After staring the clock for some time he decides to go close to the wall and see it from there. He was trying so hard to push himself off the bed, but he couldn't. He starts yelling mamma please let me go this time I will try to remember everything next time but someone holds him back so tight that his hands started bleeding. Hearing him cry his father broke into his room and shook him so bad so that he could wake up from his dream. Seeing his hand bleeding he asked what happened and Bob did not utter a single word out of his mouth. This was not the first time such incident happened. His father was so worried about him that he left his job and even made Bob stay at home for all the time.
His dad was a millionaire, so he could afford to do so. Bob was 10 when his mother died. Bob was so much attached to his mother that he didn't allow anyone to bury her for 2 days after her death. His father tried so many times to consult a psychiatrist but Bob was always way too powerful in decision-making than anyone else. His father was losing the love for Bob. It was becoming impossible for him to be with Bob. Bob was driving him crazy. 
One day his father come to the conclusion to give Bob to one of his relatives. Sam, his cousin came to receive Bob. Bob left without uttering a single word but someone holds his hands or it was Bob who acted so no one knows. This entire thing took almost 2 minutes, and he started crying - mamma will come with me. His dad with so much of anger threw him out. His father tried so much for over 5 years to help Bob forget about the past, but he couldn't succeed and this frustration was killing him. He called Bob before sleeping to say sorry but Bob was busy talking to someone, irritated his father stopped trying and went to sleep. He woke up at 2 AM to have some water but realised someone was following him - It was Bob carried by her mother on her arms. 


Writing is something i always wished to do, let it be story writing or giving my opinion on something. I am doing this out of passion. Lets see how it goes...

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