Poetry & Short Stories

"Do It"

 I sit in bed, shakingin fear.

The voices in my headwon’t go away.

“Do it.” They say, “Youcan’t take it anymore,

I feel my heart beatingfast.

My head throbbing,hurting.

As I close my eyes,more fear takes over.

I felt a tear roll downmy cheek.

I can see it.

The blood

Death

Relief

“Do it.” Theywhispered.

I open my eyes and lookup.

Death is standing therewith a hand out.

This time Death saidit, “Do it.” He put a grin upon his face.

I took Death’s hand andstood.

The voices keptrepeating now. Getting louder and louder.

I started to breatheheavily

I found myself standingin front of a blank dark wall.

They are screaming now.

“DO IT!”

I can’t take anymore.

I screamed and pulledmy head back.  Then.

Bang!

I forced my head intothe dark blank wall.

Hitting it over andover again.

Screaming as I felt myhead slowly crack open.

Pain hit my head bigtime.

I didn’t stop. I heardDeath laughing behind me. Things started fading away.

I got weak. I felt myblood flowing down my face. I couldn’t stand. I fell on the grown. The voicesstops as I took my last breathe.

(K.J.F)