With every step I take,
I can feel her, smell her, hear her.Everything.
It...makes me miserable.
I love her–I loved her so much. And–shes just...gone.
Just like that.I could've saved her,
I shouldv'e.
But...I didn't, and now–I can do something.
But I can't.I saw everything.
Every scream, tear, and tremble.
And...and him.
He smiled.
And then he just–walked away.
And I did nothing.Now here I am–going home,
not getting interrigated–because you know the worst part?
I can't speak, I can't even move.
I can only breathe,useless.
Useless.
Useless.
Useless.
Useless.
Useless.
...Why was I the one to see?
Why was she even friends with me?
If only in the end, she was going to never see me again?
Pity?
Because I have no friends?...Why was she here to only be taken away?
...And if she isn't here anymore...
no one else cares about me.
So...why?
Why am I alive?
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The Silent Sob & The Deafening Scream
Short StoryUpdating this every three days. So Monday, Thursday, and Sunday. *ignore when I posted the first two chapters.* This is the story of Peter. Peter, who has locked-in syndrome. A rare illness that prevents him from speaking and moving anything but...