Pillow Talk - Dark Discoveries

I wanted to strangle her. Suffocate the life we had between us.1

Instead I was weak, useless. I could not bring myself to take my hands to her delicate skin.2

She was silent, unspoken. 3

She lay still. Her eyes open. Her mouth unmoving, locked like the words that she would not speak? the truth and the lies. She could not take it anymore, she could not cope: she wanted to be let go.4

I had screamed so hard my chest burned. My throat had long caved in an now my own words would not escape. I was trapped in my own silence and hers.5

I took the pillow. The pillow I had brought her for comfort in the days where she could no longer get out of bed, too desolate to face the day. The darkness had consumed her, long before it had consumed me.6

I brought the pillow to her vacant face. First softly, lightly pressing it down in hopes that she would scream: anything was better than the silence that had tamed us, that had destroyed our love.7

She never moved. She never tried to fight against me while I was murdering her, murdering our love. She lay still, unmoving, uncaring, her words remained unspoken. She wanted to die, she wanted to leave and let go: she wanted to let go of my love.8

I pressed the pillow down hard, firmer, now crushing her face: holding it still as I counted back from a hundred. Her last chance, giving her one last chance to speak to me, to talk to me, to scream at me: anything but silence.9

99...98...97...96...10

She lay still.11

46...45...44...43...12

Why wasn't she speaking to me? Why was she not fighting against me?13

22...21...20...1914

“Talk to me Em, talk to me,” I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks, lingering upon my lips. Salty...sick...deadly.15

18...17...16..1516

“FUCKING EM, TALK TO ME....TALK TO ME,” I screamed, my own hands out of control. Pushing against the softness of the pillow. 17

She remained still. Unmoving.18

10...9...8...7...19

I could hear my heart thumping in my chest. All the memories of our life, our love. Her slavery to me. My passion for pleasing her: her mistress. I was forever her mistress. The only one who could make her feel.20

5...4...3...2...21

The room was silent and cold. Just like her words, just like our love.22

I lifted the pillow of her face, my pupils dilated in fear.23

Her eyes were closed. Her breathing ceased to exist. 24

1...I whispered, throwing the pillow onto the floor. My eyes scanning her body.25

“Please...please just speak to me.”

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  • UnicornGargoyle
    September 30, 2008

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    I like this a lot. There's a lot of feeling in it. I'd like more backstory (but that's something I always want more of ). Good job


  • Luckyk
    September 20, 2008

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    ok now this is....**shivers** well despite the fact that she is now dead.This is good descriptive, demanding, urging a little comical (to me anyways.counting backwards from 100???she was probably dead by 50) but over all it was good. Great write GOOD LUCK


  • TNTrouble
    September 19, 2008

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    Quite creepy and dark indeed. Imagining murdering someone that you love. The countdown...the final lines of "please speak to me"...and the title as well all work together so well.


  • eyeambaldman
    September 18, 2008
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    Damn, this was dark...loved it!!!!! A fantastic piece and nice metaphor!

  • cadence
    September 18, 2008

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    wow. i really enjoyed the thoughts in between the counting down. very powerful. You're obviously very talented

    beginning: 4, language: 5, plot: 3, ending: 5, dialog: 4, characters: 3.

    • jenniferisangry
      September 23, 2008
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      i agree

      I agree with that last commented u r obviously a very talented and ACOMPLISHED young lady. Your story is incerdible and i look forward to reading more about Cadence, Charlotte and the band...Im hooked


  • Bells Kelly
    September 18, 2008
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    oh wow. cool.
    nice work. very sad. Well written.
    Cheers
    Hunter~

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