Dear brain,
Please stop! Please stop talking to me. I feel like I'm going to explode soon, one way or another.
You are always there, making yourself known to me yet I try to push you down to the corner of my mind. I try to ignore the hateful comments you make and the threatening remarks. It's not nice and it's definitely not making me feel any better.
I thought I'd just be able to ignore what happened but you are still replaying it! The memory seems so alive like it's being watched in the cinema in my head. It invades every inch of my thoughts. It infects my dreams, turning them into mencacing nightmares.
Please stop it! I want it all to stop! Even if I disregard your statements, it all seems to thrive more when I do so. It pushes me off the edge and I feel like I'll overflow.
I'm so scared. I'm so scared of reaching the edge and I'm more scared of the height that I'm destined to fall from if I listen to you. I hope I'll forget about it one day. I just want to forget. It's not a big deal anyway. It only happened once.
YOU ARE READING
EPHEMERAL
Short Story[ inspired by twirlingwands' 'pithy' ] SHE WAS SORRY FOR THE INFLICTION DONE TO HER TEMPLE, THOUGH IT WAS NOT HER FAULT.
