In the dark I like to think. Dark images flash through my mind as I remember every detail. Dark curls floating on the wind and an eerie scream as she fell. I see it over and over, clear in black and white and awful red. That red, that sickening, bloody red has burned itself into my head and I cannot ignore it. Moonlight casts an eerie, white glow over her face and I watch as she falls to the ground. A pool of that nauseating red slowly grows around her pale white figure. As it flows it becomes like an ocean and threatens to swallow me. If only I could cast myself into that sea, if only I could forget and be free. 1
Soon they will come here, searching for they who took your breath and they will find me. But I find solace in the knowledge that whatever they do to me cannot be worse than what I have done to myself. My mind slowly eats away at my sanity and even in my ears my apology finds no acceptance. Come, take me from this and I will give you my thanks.
Author notes
Absolutely no idea where this came from although it does show my love of psychoanalysis.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A wonderfully creepy take on a tell-tale heart. "Whatever they do to me cannot be worse than what I have done to myself." Nice and poignant. Well done here, and thanks for your comments as well!
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I really liked your description in this, and it left me wondering what the bigger picture was.
I can't really think of anything else to say but weldone.
- Pippy
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