An Abundance of Short Stories

one - internal damage

Broken and shattered.

I couldn't even stand, the weight of the world was placed upon my chest.

Hurt and aching.

My body was limp with its movement but was still screaming in agony.

Torn and ruined.

My heart was beating at an unhealthy rate, causing a scream to leave my sore throat.

Help was all I needed. Yet there was no one around to deliver what I so desperately craved.

With no physical damage visible on my fragile body, I was considered ok. Everyone deemed me as alright. I was just another patient whose time was up.

Yet what they didn't know was that I was fighting a battle far worse than what anything physical could possibly deliver me. I was screaming and crying at myself but no one even noticed.

I just stayed motionless on the hospital bed, limp. With everyone surrounding me, sobbing.

I wasn't just screaming at myself either. I was screaming at them to just notice me. Still nothing came of my profound attempts.

The sound of my heart beating was the only part of all this that kept me aware that I was indeed still alive.

It felt like death would be more the calmer option. At least then I wouldn't have to scream at myself without even being acknowledged. Maybe the pain would go away as well. Maybe everything would be better.

In fact, maybe if I just closed my eyes, the agonising pain would dissipate. The unheard screams wouldn't be necessary anymore.

Maybe if I wished this all away, I could take my final breath and return to my somewhat calm state.

Shutting my eyes may save me from a whole lot of antagonising suffering.

It was strange though. Now with my eyes closed, I feel calmer instantly, but I can hear the constant ringing of the heart monitor.

It was justification to my wandering mind that I indeed was now dead.