It's been a day.
I know what a day feels like.
Days used to feel like thousands of years.
The thing I used to be was sad.
It was as if I was only made of sadness.
Nothingness.
Blackness.
I've turned into what I felt like.
Feelings are so new.
I've only ever known blackness and sadness.
But now I've felt peace.
Who's given me peace?
Someone extraordinary.
I loved them.
No, I love them still.
I wonder what they were like. I've forgotten.
Have they forgotten me?
If I believe they have, the blackness gets thicker.
If I believe they haven't, I'm surrounded by a light grey.
Who were they?
The humming has been quiet for the past 3 days.
Now it is soft.
I can't barely hear it.
Hearing is something I've known very well.
Listening.
I listened a lot.
To all things, I listened.
No one listened to me.
I don't believe they did.
JAMIE
... Jamie?
Is that me?
Yes. I know that name. It was mine.
This person knew me.
I loved them.
Did they love me?
Yes. They loved me.
They love me.
The grey is lighter now. Almost white.
The white is almost blinding.
I've only known black.
Jamie.
I am Jamie and I loved that person and they loved me.
Who else loved me.
Or was it no one?
There had to have been more who loved me because if there weren't, I'd be in blackness right now.
But I'm not.
I'm listening.
YOU ARE READING
Alone
PoesíaA story of murder, scandal, and darkness. WARNING: This story is dark. Do not read if you yourself are depressed, suicidal, or wishing to commit crimes. Seek help immediately. This story is completely fictional and not meant to be taken seriously...
