“I thought you were my friend, maybe with time I might have fallen in love with you.” the pen kept writing, he wished he could run away but there was no such chance he was glued to the chair.
“But you had other ideas, you knew with my endless ideas and your writing skill you will make millions, so you paid bribes to my father, who was desperate for money after retirement, he with your help arranged that accident that crippled me from waist and my wheelchair bound life began.”
“In came the computer… that was remote controlled by you, I kept writing you kept stealing each and every work of mine…. I never even knew.”
“Every time I tried doing something with my writings you made arrangements that nothing happens to those projects.”
“You became millionaire I died after my father died, starving!”
“Now it is my turn, to settle scores, God has granted me a year to clear my dues!”