Lyrical Short Stories: Volume I

Empty Shell

"Now it's 2 A.M. and I'm picturing the way things used to be" from "True Love" by Madina Lake

Pathetic.

"I love you."

Worthless.

"I don't want you anymore."

Used.

"He got what he wanted and tossed you aside when he got bored of you!"

Broken.

I gave my heart away and it came back ripped to shreds.

Empty.

...

I'm lying here, staring at the ceiling, in total darkness. Not thinking, not blinking, not breathing. Just a shell of the girl who once lived inside. That girl has gone to another place now, a better place. She couldn't handle the stress, the pain, the suffering. She never learned from her mistakes on Earth, and as a consequence, each time she gave away bits of her heart, it came back shredded. Each time she gave away bits of her soul, it came back twisted.

I'm just a shell of the girl who once lived inside. I can't tell you what she was like. I can't tell you what she was thinking. I can't tell you what she did to escape. I only have her memories... of what's left of her memories. They play like a silent film, in slow motion; days of her childhood, her school and university years, her written plans for the future, even her dreams. She had the most strangest dreams. Most of them she couldn't remember, until she experienced them in reality. I believe humans call it 'de ja vu'.

It's 2am and I'm looking at pictures of what used to be. There was a lot of heartache for this poor girl. Such a shame she couldn't see that she deserved better. Even when her friends and family aided her through her troubles. Oh how they must be full of grief at her leaving.

How did she leave? I told you, I can't tell you what she did to escape. The last film shows her staring at the ceiling, re-living the special moments with her former lover. It's black after that and has been ever since.

As I said, I'm just an empty shell of the girl who once lived inside.