After several minutes of pure blankness, the white walls turned gray. My heart beat, that Sky so gratefully calmed, turned panicked. I looked to the mirror anxiously to see a wide eyed copy of myself in the reflection. "What if you can't do it? " It wailed," What if you end up like Grim?" I flinched as bloody cuts appeared on Grim's thighs, a sight I knew all too well.
The stench of Blood and alcohol filled the room as memories plastered the walls. I glared horrified at them. "That was a long time ago. That's not me anymore!!" I said to the figure before me," I've changed and I have worked hard to get better!"
Grim let out an emotionless laugh almost as soulless as her dull eyes. "I find your hope worthless. You of all things shouldn't be talking about working hard and getting better."
My hands rushed to my ears as Grim turned on the volume for the memories. My dreadful cries echoed off the walls and effortlessly made its way into my ears. Sadness and self hate infected my body violently, causing a deadly urge to form. I swayed on my feet as my breath became frantic.
"You still fear yourself! What if that's the reason you can't get him back?" The mirror shook as Grim bashed it with her fists from the other side. " What if you're the fucking reason he's never happy? What if you never get him back? What if you fail?WHAT IF-"
She stopped suddenly, fists still raised, as the gray walls fell away. Grim's once violent expression was now sad and hopeless. But didn't she leave when the gray walls fell?
YOU ARE READING
Happy Place
Short StoryEach day, a war is fought inside my head. A war between hate, love, depression , and the unknown of who I truly am. Many people say go to your happy place to end your struggle but what's the point of going to my happy place if it's torture?
