In The Dark

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Anxiously I wait. That noise is driving me insane. I can't take it! I'm going to explode. I can feel the eruptions of lava bursting up inside of me. I don't want to be here, it's so stupid. I'm fine, perfectly fine. Peaches and cream. I don't need to be in therapy. A desert has a risen. Barely anyone is in sight. Just the sounds of that dreaded, old, rusty, worn out clock. The fire crawling its way out of me. Breath, I think to myself. I can't risk another explosion. I am the prisoner, held captured inside this dreaded forbidden place. Tap. Tap. What's that? My fire is getting furious. That idiotic admin lady is tapping her pen. It's a hurricane. As loud as a volcanic eruption. Sparks flying out of me. I can't take it! Breath. It will be alright, just push out the sounds. A wall has come upon me. Nothing will break it. Not even the strongest of weapons can defeat my wall.

Tip, tap. Tip, tap! The ferocious sounds of the evil pen is mocking my every breath, my every thought, my every move. All of these sounds are killing me inside and just make me want to disappear. Leave this haunted disaster and never return. I clinch onto the armrest trying to control this big burst of bubble that's itching to come out. Zzzzz! Of course. Another dreadful sound is rumbling in my brain. An elderly man has drifted into a deep sleep. Snoring out the negativity that's inside of him. I wish I could do that. I'm too tense. I got to breath and leave all of this negativity and push it away. My wall has crashed. Defeated. Deflated. Dead. These noises are making me go insane! I'm losing my mind. I probably look like a freak. Clinching harder on the armrest than ever before. Using all of my strength to try and not let this volcanic eruption explode out of me. I don't want to be taken away again. Not like last time. Therapy never works, I should be at home sleeping. That's where it's quiet. It's as quiet as the top of a rainbow, sliding down into the clouds. Instead I'm here with these burden of noises surrounding me. Tick, tock. Tip, tap, Zzzzz. Repeatedly these sounds are circling around my eyes screaming out their names. The screams of a little infant being pushed into the room balling his eyes out. It was like a force field was pushing him into the room. With all his power he was trying to resist, but he just wasn't strong enough. He was defeated from his battle. A puddle was pouring out of his eyes. I thought he was going to flood the place. Screams chanting from his mouth

"I don't wanna be here!" His crying got louder and louder. As he got louder I got smaller, sinking further and further into my seat.

Sinking back I realize how many 'be happy' posters are up in this dreaded place. It's a prison. What if I don't want to be happy? Has anyone actually thought that? I'm fine with the way I am, I don't need to change a thing. While I was in my train of thought, I lost all concentration with the world that I didn't realize that the little boy hasn't turned  the bloody bubblers off correctly! Drip, drop. This noise is right next to me but I can't get up to fix it. It's like I'm trapped and I can't do anything about it. I'm a prisoner I say. Over and over I tell myself that I don't deserve this. I couldn't get up, because if I did, I'm afraid, I'm going to, blow. Cause an eruption and eliminate the world. I can't take it anymore! Tick, tock. Tip, tap. Zzzzz. Drip, drop. Oh no. These sounds are attacking me. Playing over and over in my mind. Screaming their way through in and out my ears. Going in circles. It's driving me insane! It's like this weight of a thousand words pilling on top of me, forcing me to stay put and not fix these noises that are destroying me inside. I clinch harder and harder forcing myself to keep calm and control my temper, but I just let go. I can't bare it anymore.

"That's enough!" I just let rip. Screaming at everyone one of those dreaded, cruel noises that have put me into this situation in the first place. Everyone's shocked, but why are they? It's their fault for creating the sounds not mine. I ranted on how unfair this whole situation is. I didn't understand why I was I screaming to these poor innocent creatures, but I couldn't stop. The screams of my voice echoed around the room. It's like the more angry I get the more vicious my voice became. My words destroying any hope for a healthy start. I cling onto the chair and chuck it to the ground expressing my frustration and trouble that all these noises have put me through. I don't know why I did it. Instantly I regret everything. The fear that was on the little boys face will scar me for life. I was a monster. I thought they were the evil ones, but in reality, it was me.

The security guard rushes in and demands,

"Hope, get on the ground now!" A jolt through my body forces me to the ground. I couldn't bare holding it in anymore. I just balled my eyes out, right there, right now. I broke. Here I was pouring a stream down my face on the ground. This attention was too much for me. I tried sinking into my hoodie, like a snail hiding in their shell, but it didn't work. The guilt in my eyes was painful. The image of that poor innocent little boy feared for his life will always play back into my mind. Playing over and over again. It was like it was on repeat and I couldn't do it anything about it. My tears stopped and I came back to reality. The feel of a muscular arm lifts me up onto my feet.

"What is wrong with you?" He asks. Everything, I think to myself. Too embarrassed to look into his furious eyes. A massive guilt bubble was stopping me from saying any words. I was numb, afraid, embarrassed, worried. All of these emotions were making me feel horrible. Like a monster. I was a monster. A terrible, evil monster.

As the firm grip of the guard is about to take me away and elder lady walks out and shouts,

"stop! You can't do this. Hope, those sounds that are carrying a burden on your back use to happen to me too." I roll my eyes in disbelief. Pathetic, just take me away from all contact of the human species, but the lady just continues.

"I know what it's like to have all of these dreadful sounds gang up against you. A wise lady once told me that life is short, don't waste it trying to control all of these sounds. Enjoy the sounds, and when you do, you can make something beautiful." I don't know what to say. I'm shocked, yet what she said made sense. For once in my life I didn't feel trapped. Like somehow she managed to break the wall and reach through to me. This stranger has somehow brought me back to civilization.

"I believe in you Hope. Do the right thing. You will get out of the dark." The ladies words have put a spell in my brain that has snapped me back to my senses. Those words. Those magical, breath taking words.

I will get out of the dark, and nothing's going to stop me.

I hope you guys enjoyed my story. 😊 Let me know if you want me to write an actual book on this short story!!!

-Summer xx