My insides are shaking. From top to bottom, I'm rattling. I feel the ripping pain in my gut, like a blade feels across my skin. My heart is racing and bangs against its bone cage, a horrible reminder that I'm still alive. All I hear is my own breath and the deadly silence surrounding me. There's nothing here but my thoughts. I push myself through, and for a second, I forget. I forget my problems. I forget my enemies. I forget my fights. I just breathe and be happy. Then the silence ties and gags my dreams again. The ropes are my memories, holding me back from the future. The gag is my paranoia, keeping me from taking chances. I want to be free, but his words ring even through the screen. I know I have done wrong, and the pull in my gut gets worse. My skin is a magnet, and it needs its metal. I try to scream, but the gag is pulling me under. I can't reach the blade my fingers so badly want, my thighs so badly want to feel, but I can't stay here either. Why can't I let it go? I can feel my friendship on the rocks, its fragile wood splintering. The drop of my heart nearly scares me. And it starts again.
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Short Stories
NouvellesA few short one shots. I write them when I feel it is right to do so.
