Alice sat at her desk, staring at the screen of her computer. Her fingers were correctly placed upon the keyboard. The tips barely touching the cool, plastic keys. Keys in the technical term, yet also keys in a more broad and meaningful way. Alice had always seen her keyboard, much as a janitor would see his ring of keys. The keyboard, like the janitor’s key ring, was a symbol of the little bit of power that was possessed. The keys on her keyboard were her keys to the world. There was no other thing that she could think of that she admired more. Her computer was her life-line. Her only refuge. So, she sat there, a million thoughts running through her tormented mind. A storm of fleeting memories, worries, hopes, and dreams was wearing away at her. She thought of the fight she had with her mother on the phone just moments earlier. The thought was like acid. It burned and bubbled inside of her, turning her insides into a thick, bloody pulp. Alice felt her face flush. She eased her posture, slumping forward and bowing her head. She was clutching her stomach. She could feel it; the corrosive acid inside of her. Churning and eating away at her body....her very soul. Her eyes started to sting as the acid began seeping out. She had dealt with the stress and pain too long. It was finally going to totally consume her. She would be left as a puddle of bloodied woes and tear stained memories. She may have been broken, but she still did not wish to see herself fall on behalf of the acidic invader. Alice lifted her face. She feebly reached for the knife that lay upon her desk. She gripped it tightly, her knuckles as snow. She shook violently, for her surroundings
were as cold as the artic. Yet, sweat beaded upon her forehead, because of the hell she was living. The serrated blade tore relentlessly at the flesh of her wrists. When she saw the blood start to rain down from the incisions, she thought that she could no longer feel the churning of the acid. She was wrong. It was only the numbness that you experience right after you really go through with it. The shock , fright, and adrenaline all mixing together to create that moment of numbness, then they all come crashing down around you like a great wave. When the wave crashed down upon her, she let go of the knife, letting it fall to the floor. She lifted her hands, placing her fingers back in their correct typing positions. She began to type her suicide note. She typed furiously, the blood flowing down to the tips of her tapping fingers. She told of being pushed aside, feeling unloved, and not being able to cope with the constant jealousy that her mother showed toward the computer.1
“The damn computer!“ she typed. “How can you be jealous of a fucking computer? I guess I know why you were though. My computer was more of a mother to me than you were. The computer listened to my words, it let me go places, you never would do those things! ‘Type, type, type, that’s all you ever do! You don’t have anything to do with anyone around here anymore!’ That’s what you would say to me. But let me ask you this, who would want anything to do with an alcoholic mother and a brother who shoots up every night in his room?” 2
Alice was becoming weak. There was a tingling numbness within her heavy hands. The pain that came from the incisions when she typed was slowly fading away. In fact, she could tell that everything was fading away. The end was drawing near. She swore that she could smell the brimstone of hell. She hurriedly typed the last part of her note. It took much of her strength to keep her fingers from slipping on the blood stained keys, yet she managed to finish the last of her note.3
“Forget all of you, I don’t care what you say, I’m gonna type till my veins run dry!”4
Alice’s head began to spin out of control. Her body tensed and convulsed as she fell to the floor. She heard the front door of the house open. She heard her name being called as footsteps came down the hallway. She looked up with pained, glassy eyes at a dark figure in the doorway. The shadowy stranger knelt beside her. She felt the cold hand of death upon her cheek as everything faded to black.5
~The End!~
6Yeah, this is really different for me. Please be honest and tell me what you think. Even if you don't comment, at least write SOMETHING letting me know that it's be read by you. Thank you!
~Epiphany
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Keep up the lovely work. xJennx
