Stories of Our Toxic Relationship

Excerpt 8

"Want to know whats worse than killing yourself?" I ask with deep thought feeling nothing inside of me. No emotion, just pure emptiness.

"What?" He responds as the small groupie of two start to listen intently.

"Killing a soul. It's just like killing every emotion that anyone has ever felt. You feel nothing at all, not even the good emotions. You start to drift off in your own thoughts though there are no thoughts going through your brain. Colors are dull and songs have no meaning. When your soul is dead, you don't even have the will to die anymore."

"You speak as if you know how it is." She tunes up trying to pick through my brain for the answer to the question she hasn't yet asked.

I shrug and try to go off into my thoughts, but they do not exist. why? Well, because my soul has been dead long, long time.