Short Stories

The War Not Won

So this is just something I wrote the other day from a prompt I found on Pinterest.

This "Story", while being short has a lot of emotion imbedded in it.

This is the story of the courage I wish I had and a message to me and to anyone who has an illness, mental or physical to take your life back and not let it ruin you like it did to me.

No matter what you're going through, no matter what battles you are fighting, you can win them and you can and will become stronger from it. Just keep fighting my friends. ❤️

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You took something from me that I can never get back, it ruined me. You took my child like innocence and crushed it between your fingers. It dissipated like dust, leaving a powdery residue on the floor."
"Do you know how hard it is to mend a shattered heart? You're gonna need a lot more than a bandaid or glue. I suffered through it all. The cuts from the remains of my shattered heart left lasting scars on my bloodstained hands."

"I survived. No thanks to you."

"I want my childhood back, you know, the one you stole from me. Unfortunately I'm never getting that back. I guess it's time I took something from you."

"What are you going to take from me? You're powerless to me." It laughed a vicious laugh that echoed through the dark chasm I was unfortunate enough to stumble into.

I took a deep breath, I could feel my anxiety rising but I had to fight this demon. It was the only way.

"I'm taking the one thing that drives you. The power to control me. No longer am I going to bend to your will. This is my life and I'm taking it back," I walked closer to it, its massive shape coming closer into view. I grabbed it by the shirttails and pushed it deeper into the chasm.

It fell. I heard its screams. I heard my screams echo off the black walls. How long had I been screaming?

Although it was gone, it was not dead. It never would be.

I feel to the ground, my knees hitting the cold rock below me. A river of tears streamed down my face. The adrenaline was fading and reality began to bleed through the darkness like sunlight through curtains. I've won right? Why do I feel so bad? I should be happy, right?

It's a battle I will have to fight over and over until my hands are raw and stained with blood. Until my last bit of sanity is eaten away. It's one fight I won't back down from, no matter how tough it's going to be.

I've taken it.

I've taken my life back.