LifeLine

Echo

I heard strange sounds-

voices come from the stairs, underneath the bed

outside the windows, rapidly gibberish in my shower... inside my head.

There's something strange happening, I'm not hallucinating

I've taken no drugs no prescription neither consume anything that makes me drowsy;

but the voices, echoing from the distance warns me. Making a conversation that I can't resist.

"I know where you hid the knife"

"I know how many cutters you bought"

"I know which spot on your skin that are not that close with your veins"

"I know that you are worried. About something that you're bear not to speak."

"Let's be friend, you're alone in this dark. Your friend doesn't understands you neither your feelings."

'It' sounds convincing; seducing me at my softest part-heart, that screams in plea longing to have someone or something that may understands what is what. But I see nothing neither vibration. No figure or shadows. Or any clue what 'it' was.

Pinned on the bed, eyes tightly closed. I whispered my recital while I was drenched with pool of sweats. It was quarter past 1, heavy pouring rain with growling thunder slamming on my windows.

'Santa Maria, Madre de Dios,ruega por nosotros pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.Amen.'  

Holy Prayer was recited, my lips dried. Beads of sweat taste salty; not much, just enough to resume my recital. It was no use... The voice crept through the floor, crawling on the wall and webbed on the ceiling. The echoes repulsively  gathered there; forming a dark-shaped-like-spider in the dark. 

"Let's be friend...I'll help you through it" eerie smile formed from 'it'

The next thing that I realized as soon as I wake up after 7... My knuckles were all bruised; torn skin, bed smeared with dripping blood and I felt no pain. Only sense of relief.

'I remember not a thing'