I am walking through the streets.
How long? I don't know. Without any sense of direction. Without any sense of time.
You killed her someone whispered in my ear. The voice is very feeble yet strong. I looked around. No one is there. It's just me... ALONE.
You killed her. She was your only family and you .... killed her. The voice is becoming louder.
I am scared now.
"NO... NO... I didn't kill her" I yelled back but it came only as a whisper.
You don't deserve anything. You don't deserve this life.
The voice is at its maximum now.
Suddenly I felt drained.
"Go away, I don't want you. I don't want to hear anything. I want to be alone. " I said weekly.
The voice, started as a very feeble whisper but as time passed, the voice got louder and louder. Now it is so loud that I cannot hear anything else.
Look around carefully, you are ALONE. No one wants you. You killed the only person who loved you. You don't deserve to live. GO DIE.
Now it is a buzz but sounded so loud in my ears. It has shut every other sense out.
"But I don't want to hear your voice." I complaint loudly. I am not sure if anyone heard me. I am not even sure whether I said that loudly or I just screamed it in my head.
I fell down and curled myself into a ball. My hands closing my ears tightly.
You don't deserve anything. You deserve to die.
I heard it again through the buzzing....the voice is becoming very feeble now.
"I don't deserve anything. I deserve to die." I repeated.
There you go, now you are making sense. The truth atlast. The voice is mocking me.
I need to do something to make this go away but what? I thought. I sat up. Eyes still closed. Scared to open.
I searched with my hand till I felt something sharp.
Go on, you need to do it. You can do it. The voice is clear now. No yelling. It felt calm.
"I can do it." I heard myself say calmly. The buzzing is gone now. Everything is calm and quiet.
I like this. I thought.
I felt the coldness of the object against my wrist.
And then
PAIN.
DARKNESS.
I am very proud of you.
The last thing I heard before I gave up to the darkness around.
I smiled.
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WALLFLOWER
RomanceI was shy, lonely, awkward, and unpopular ... a wallflower as they call me .... until I met him. I was searching for a home .... until I met him. I was craving for a family ..... until I met him. I was yearning for my safe haven... until I met him. ...