Snot rags and runny noses. I was bound to catch the annual illness. My parents won't let me stay home from school. I've known this. Worse than a broken bone and an ugly scar. Coughing in a quite class. I can't help but hold back. It tells me that everyone will poke fun of me for being so loud. I don't care. I cough anyways. I can't stop. I'm dying.
*knock knock*
Who's there?
Me
Me who?... Oh...
Yea it's me. The one you call "It".
Go away I'm in class.
I don't care. You suck at everything you are.
That's not true and you know it.
Do I?
It's gone. Again IT leaves. I presumed it would have stayed. Sometimes I don't mind the company. It's lonely here. In my head. No one knows the truth. The reason IT stays. Coping with the truth is hard, and still even when the past doesn't rember me, I still let IT taunt me. Why is it so hard to let go? The memory is eating me alive. Why? I've never told anyone. Why would I?
People don't care about what happen to you ya know. They will say you are desperate. That is why you say nothing.
You're so solemn. So....
Truthful?
Maybe. But not always.
No, ALWAYS. Always I have led you to safety. Always I have been true to you. I am your only friend.
You lie! Right through your teeth!
My dear I have no teeth I am a figment of your imagination. You yet to give me a form. How to know if am man or woman?
You won't. You are a voice and will stay a voice and will never progress in any such way or form!
Why the hostility my lady?
I am NOT your lady. Go Away!
I will stay...
YOU ARE READING
It Kills
Short Story"It will listen, it will pick through your every thought till it finds them... The thing you hate the most, he will take them and use them, exploit you and WATCH YOU DROWNED... "
