Kid Icarus

Get Scared

It seems as if I could thrust a dagger into my stomach and feel less pain than I do now.

But this pain, no, it's not in my stomach. It's in my heart and it's piecing through it.

Like the waves of electricity flowing through your heart muscles with every beat, waves of deep rooted pain flow through mine.

In all this, I have realised what I am. I am the type of person to disregard my emotion as nothing. I hide from my own feelings, in a clever facade that they don't exist.

Well played brain. Very well played.

Your body, with every single action it does, loves you. It cares for you, like a mother cares for her child. It keeps you going and working and thinking and achieving. It tends to your every sickness to the best of its abilities and tries to give you the means to achieve what you want. There is no two ways about it and we take this for granted.

Now I see, however, another side to this function of your body. Your body and your brain. This facade was an attempt to protect you, like a mother protects her child. Granted, it may not have worked in the long term but it was a valid attempt nonetheless and you didn't even realise - so it's not exactly a bad attempt. Out of sight, out of mind, so to speak. But it didn't turn out to be as great as we'd anticipated.

Well, here I am now. At the end of the story (or seemingly close to it). Your secret's out. And I love you for it, but the pain is inevitable.

Pain is inevitable but that doesn't stop it from hurting.

The question remains: who are you? What do you have to do with me? Because of this facade, I'll never know. I may be unsure, but the pain is not.

- Q.V.

13/07/15