Life in a shell 🐚

"Self Imprisonment"

Being cage is something that drives you crazy! No one comes to visit you, friends and foes becomes strangers. It's feels like your all alone. But being behind bars is no difference from being in the world, you fight to be heard, cry for a listening ear and no one hears you. Many months has passed since I've taken the life of Davon. This should of brought me peace but it didn't! Missing posters on every pole, we cooperated with the police officers as if we didn't knew his body would've never be found. Stabbing him in his chest might not sound cruel, but feeding his body parts to pit bulls was just icing on the cake. Nights I sat up just rocking, for sleeping became very hard. In every situation in life we tend to paint a smile on our face to go through out the day, no one knows our thoughts, our struggles or hurt. So pretending for me came so easy, I went to every search party acting like the grieving lover. It's barely strangers that hurt you, most times the ones we hold close are the evil minded foes that require our head on a platter. Could I continue this act? How much longer could I look in the face of his kids, and know am the reason their beloved Father wasn't retuning. Although, I'm the grieving girlfriend. To my surprise you'd be shocked when I realize I wasn't the only one. Hmmm, LIFE! His wife stood blank with such a cold look on her face, due to her actions folks started to believe she could of been a suspect in his absence. She fit the perfect profile, Wife of a millionaire that found out he lived secret lives with his sweethearts Sarah & Rebecca. Who is Rebecca you may ask? Well remember the receipt I found sometime back, she's the other girl he had a pleasure of using, and to my surprise she was Pregnant. My composure changed in so much ways, overwhelmed with emotions. Wow!! It's funny how you think we know the ones we love, in a blink of a eye we realize they've changed. In all honesty they've never changed we just failed to accept who they truly were from the start. After finding out about so many different women he's been with made my stomach sick. Mecca suggested that I take sleeping pills so I did, first few nights of rest was great. Feeling like myself brought so much joy to my heart until it came to a full stop. "Davon please leave me alone!", I shouted; Mecca woke up and saw me sitting up in the bed staring in one direction, repeating those words as if a record player had been on. "SARAH, WAKE UP....SARAH". Turning towards her I smiled and slowly rest my head back on the pillow and went back to sleep as if nothing has transpired. Morning came it was a beautiful day to just relax. While having breakfast Mecca looked at me with a confused look upon her face. "What's the matter darling", Sarah asked. "How can you be so calm after what happen last night?" Mecca responded. Clueless about what she meant, I stood up from the dinning table, walked towards the kitchen, trying to reminisce about the night in question and no memories flash back. Was I hallucinating? Nah, Mecca be on that stuff! Screams of Davon hunted every vain in my body. It's funny that even in death his presence still bothered me to the point where I was restless. Isolating myself from the outside world was probably one of the worst decisions i've made thus far. Nothing became easier! The drugs wasn't easing the pain and the nightmares didn't stop. What was left to do? Having a positive mind plays a major factor in our daily lives. Visitors weren't allowed so attempting to take my life was easier than I thought. Maybe the voices would stop in head and Davon would finally leave me alone.