Junk Stories

Story 1

BANG. BANG. BANG

"Open up!" his voice boomed through the thick wood door. "Please let me in. I need you." He seemed to whisper across the space between us. I leaned against the door, no longer able to bear my own weight. I wiped the tears off my face and attempted to stop the sobs from bursting out of my chest.

"No," I whisper, to myself, to him, to the world, to the doubtful voices creeping into my thoughts. "No, no, NO," getting louder and louder with each uttered word until I scream through my pain, my heartbreak, my tears. No longer listening to his stream of beautiful, painful words, I collapse, sliding down the door.

"I love you. Please, listen to me. It's true, I do! I love you!" His voice, quiet as it is, pierces through my already shattered heart. His voice desperate to get me to believe him.

I put my hands over my ears, in an attempt to stop listening, to stop hearing. It doesn't work. I can still hear his desperate pleas; I can still hear his broken voice. I can still hear his lies and deceit in his longing voice and words.

The tears come harder. I end up crouched at the base of the door with my head in my hands and tears streaming down my face. All the while he continues talking, trying to convince me to listen and believe him. Yet this time I will not fall for it. This time I will not give in. This time I pray I do not get hurt.

"Please come out," he begs. "Please come talk to me."

I shook my head harder and harder, wishing that he would go away.

Eventually his beautiful words died off, leaving me broken in silence. I slowly unravel myself from the ball that I had become by the base of the door.

It'll get better eventually, I tell myself. One day, eventually, hopefully, maybe, it will be easier. One day he'll leave me alone. One day.