Prompted Shorties

Musical Incantation

Prompt: You're absent-mindedly singing to yourself, when suddenly the topic of the song comes true.

Story:

I feel so trapped, this... abomination in me. I can feel it taking over me.

Is this the real life? I don't know. Is this just fantasy? I hope so.

I'm caught in a landslide, no escaping this reality. I struggle to break free.

I opened my eyes as I looked up to the sky and see... Myself? Why? What's the meaning of this?

I'm just a poor boy, but I don't need sympathy. I'm an easy come and easy go kind of guy, but yet, I can go a little high sometimes, but I'm mostly a little low. One thing is for certain though, anyway the wind blows, it doesn't really matter to me. Not anymore at least. I have to tell her, I have to tell mama.

"Mama, just killed a man." I came barging in the living room, mama had been knitting all afternoon in there.

She stopped her knitting and looked at me, her fourteen year old boy. Can she believe it? A young boy just killed a man?

"What're you saying boy? Come over here." She ordered, with much less force in her voice as I initially expected. I guess she thought it was a joke, or was she just tired?

"I put a gun against his head, then pulled my trigger now he's dead" I spoke softly as I sat next to her, trying not to quiver to the fact that I had just killed a man.

"If you're trying to say something to me boy, spit it out." Can't she understand? I just told her I killed a man. Maybe telling my mama what I'd done isn't a good idea after all.

"Mama, life had just begun. But now I've gone and thrown it all away." Haven't I given her enough already? I did my best, but, there's no denying what's hidden inside of me anymore.

She looked at me, inspecting my face, she then realized.

"Oh honey. It's okay." I stared at her. Maybe, there's hope after all.

"Mama, didn't mean to make you cry." I wiped her tear, a single drop. It was enough to tell me that she understood.

"Listen boy, I am so proud of you. I truly am. Your father... he- he would be proud as well." She hugged me so tight that day, it was the tightest hug I've ever received from her in my whole life and I'm so happy that she understood me.

I'll never forget that day – the day when I killed the man inside me and went out of the closet as someone new. Life for me began since then and for the first time in my fourteen years of existence, I felt understood, I felt happy, I felt contented.

Nothing really mattered to me that day, because from then on, everyone can see the real me and boy what a wonderful feeling it truly is to be free.

Now I know what Queen meant by, "Any way the wind blows."