In the Blink of Prose

Pillow

Trigger Warning: suicide attempt, self-harm

I watched my master as she turned her lampshade on, closed the door, and turned off the lights in the room. The place was almost pitched dark, but of course, a small light was on, coming from the lampshade.

The room was deafeningly silent. My master climbed onto her bed and took those sharp things again which made me panicked. She brought the sharp object to her wrist. Her face was distorted as a hiss went out of her lips.

"No! No! Master! Please stop!" I yelled, hoping for her to hear. But to no avail, I was not heard.

This has happened many times. Almost every night. And ever since, I've tried to stop her. However, I was not heard.

Tears started streaming down her face as she brought the sharp object on her wrist two more times.

"Master, please.... stop." I want to call someone for help, but I can't. Suddenly, my master took some tissues and gently tapped her wrist, wiping off the strange dark red liquid that was oozing out of her skin.

My master smiled as she threw the tissues on the floor. The moment she smiled, I smiled. When my master is happy, I'm happy.

Then, tears flew down again. She rested her head on me as she silently cried.

"There, there, master. Everything will be alright," I said as I reassured her. This again is not her first time. Probably a million times, I didn't count it. But every time she silently cries, I cry.

"Let it all out, you'll be alright," I couldn't remember how many times I'd said that to her. But every time I say it, she can hear me. Because when I say that sentence, she will let all her frustrations out.

I am a non-human being who's always there for her. I've been there through her ups and downs. I've been there at her sharpest time and softest time.

I am a witness to this side of hers. I've seen her all ever since I could remember.

I am her comforter, the one she always goes to whenever she's sad. The one who always reassures that everything will be fine. The one who always comforts her whenever she is frustrated.

I somehow wished that I was a human. I want to be always by her side in the human world. I want to hug her tight just like how she hugs me right now while letting all the teardrops fall.

"Master, I'm here for you. Please do not be sad now, I'm always right at your side from the beginning until the end," I whispered to her, hoping she could hear.

My master has calmed down now. She has released all of her frustrations from the outside world.

She took her blanket and covered it on her body.

She's going to sleep now!

"Master, sleep tight. Tomorrow is another day to face. I love you!" I said to her as she closes her eyes and slept.

I've always wished something for my master.

"I hope you'll not be sad and frustrated anymore. I hope you'll no longer cry. I want you to be happy more than the times you were sad," I whispered as a lone tear escaped from her closed eyes.