" Rain, I'm going to out to get your medication. Stay out of trouble," Father faintly suggested,
glancing down at me. He held his hands firmly behind his back, waiting for my reassurance.
Licking my finger swiftly and turning a page I mumbled, " I'll stay out of trouble. Yes, I know not to go
outside and yes the blinds are all closed. Uhm, Father?"
He quickly grabbed the book from my grasp, dog eared the page and set it on the coffee table nearby,
" Yes?"
Biting my lip nervously and swallowing the lump in my throat I studderd, " I- Is It possible for
So-someone to g-go insane and not kn- know it?"
Father's sorrowful grey eyes bored into me, my cheeks flushed and mind buzzing. His hands curled
into fists and were pushed slowly to his sides. My question seemed to trouble him, a bead of glistening
clear sweat dripping down a pale temple. I waited anxiously for a certain kind of reasoning, any kind.
Why has he not responded yet? My tawny eyes full of question, my hand out stretched to grip the sleeve
of his tan Swade coat, " Father I-"
My statement was interrupted by his waving hand as he carefully removed my touch with slim fingers,
" You," He took an a gulp of stale cottage air, " You are not insane. Why would you think that Rain? Do
not ask that again, never again." The words that whispered away from his parted lips came out as a
desperate plea from someone that had wanted to scream.
My hand across my chest, in shock from his normal rejection but, this felt different. I blinked back
the confusing tears as my shuddered whisper sang from my throat, " Yes Father, never again."
Father's face remaining stiff,he parted his pink lips slightly then set them firmly against each other
before continuing, I will- I will be going then to get your medication, I love you." The last three words
seemed forced out harshley, before closing the door behind him.
As soon as the door closed, I burst into shaky sobs. The way father looked at me... WHy had his eyes
seemed so distant, so cold? The way Father removed my touch, was like a bullet through the heart! His I love
you was usually empty words but, this time they seemed to drip with an icyness I had never seen from him till
now. My stomach felt like a block of ice, my eyes burned with an itching fire. Is he that discusted with me? So
discusted that he won't even let his own family see me, the outside world? My heart ached with a deep sadness
but, hatred creeped at it's withering edges.
Why was Father treating me like this?! What did I do?! My knuckles turned ghostly white as I shaped them
into fists. I didn't deserve this! He probably thinks I can't make it out on my own! I'll show him I can! Silently
fuming, I reached out to small white pillow on the arm of the couch. It was soft and squishy as I squeezed it h
arshly. How to then? How do I prove it? Swarms of ideas horded inside my mind. Anger gripped me tightly,
adreniline coursing through my blood. The lightbulb above wavered and flickered before shattering, surrounding
me in shards of diamond glass. Odd, I barley noticed.
You could sneak out, a silent voice sugested within the depths of my thoughts. I stopped squeezing the
innocent pillow like a maniac to listen. Listen to what? The voice in my head of course.. Okay, that doesn't
sound to sane but, I was insterested none the less.
Sneak out, I mused silently, chewing off the nail of my thumb. I don't know.... Something bad could happen,
I thought.
Nothing bad will happen. Don't you want to feel the air? What about the grass? Don't you want to see how
it feels? You have to do this! You have to prove to your father you can! You can can't you? Or maybe you just
weak as he thinks you are.
" No! I'm not! Shut-up," I spat, shredding the small pillow down the middle in anger.
Yes you are. You'll just stay in this small boring house to rot, never knowing what lies past the locked
doors. The small voice hissed, it's tone dripping with poisen.
Covering my ears in a feble attempt to escape the tauting voice I buried my crying fce into the shredded p
illow, " I'm not... Weak.... I can be strong!" I couldn't stop crying, my chest heaved for the need of air to sob
my guts out even more.
The weak cry.
That was the last thing the voice whispered before I was out the door and into the sunlight of the
forbidden world I was never allowed to be apart of.
YOU ARE READING
The Death Wish
HorrorA child is born with a terrible curse, in which she must bear the rest of her life... She must distance herself from everyone.. Not that it's hard, from the moment she was born, Rain was rejected and feared. This damned child must find a way to reve...
