It's days like this that she thinks, "What the hell?" How can a day start so well then end so poorly? These thoughts pass through her mind as she stares at the numbers slowly counting down to zero. What is missing? She glances down at her phone, waiting for the text, but it never comes. She lets out a sigh and looks up at the machine as it beeps. She removes the food, opening the packet while dumping its contents into the small plastic bowl, how symbolic. As she sits down she catches the final bits of the sunset, creating a rainbow in the clouds as they darken, night slowly creeping in. She eats in complete silence, how pathetic. She cleans up her mess, throwing her trash away. As she lies in bed, staring at her ceiling, she begins to think. She checks her phone once more, hoping to find her escape, nothing. She writes the message on her phone, thumb hovering over the send button, as the pills she took earlier bring her down, muscles becoming lax. She slowly drifts off as her rescue arrives, but it is too late, she could not escape her mind that night. She may never know that the message the could have saved her, the one that said "I'm sorry. I love you" arrived. She must first fight the demons in her mind and in her dreams, so she can can wake up.
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Welcome To My Brain
Short StoryA collection of a few short stories I have written, or are writing. I thought maybe I'd try to actually write something and see what happens. I hope you enjoy.
