Everything around us starts to fade slowly............
You are sitting in a dark place trying not to freak out cause this is was the end you tried your best to silence the beast inside you that caused a lot of problems in your life , that caused a lot of fear to all the people you love around you
Now you took the decision , you are going to end this but you don't know how
You feel like you are captured by that beast , you were being tied up with chains that can't let you move , you trying to scream but there is no sound , you are trying to cry but there is no tears , you are trying to hide but there is no place to hide
You feel everything around you is black , the colours surrounding your coloured eyes is fading to let dark replace it , you know what's next ?! No right , I will show you
After the darkness in your soul you let that beast control you , all you fears came true
You can see a line of light , you can feel it cause it touches you , that is hope , the hope you were always trying to find but no way cause it's too late , you were convening yourself I can find hope at anytime , I'm with you with that but you let yourself find it when it's too late my dear , I can't blame you but now you are not human you are simply no one , your world is falling apart and you can do nothing
you are on your knees captured by these chains , you trying your best to set yourself free but as I said it's TOO LATE
You are a monster
You are fading slowly in the air like a papercut that paper is worn out , you let the fire catch it and the result is no paper just nothing
I must tell you don't let anyone makes you feel down , don't let them tie you down with their chains , don't let them break you and the import and thing is the beast inside you don't let it control you make it appear in the right time when you feel all the people around you are beasts but your beast will defeat them . try to not to fade away
The writer . M
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Short StoryHolding my pen , Writing some random thing on paper , holding my head between my hands then close my eyes and think......... , words are my escapism , paper is my world , pens are my hideaway and reading is my passion . Join me by reading this book...