A deep breath of silence - CONSTRAINED WRITING
"Life is something that happens to you when you're busy making plans. Where did I read that? Was it in some book or was it a graffiti? Well, never mind, who makes plans anyway? Life is a canvas and I have so many colors to put on it."
You are magnificent, so inspiring and spiritual.
"Thank you. Comming from you it means a lot. I feel so secure listening to you, comforted and safe. I am so grateful for everything we do together, for each and every moment in time we spend together."
I love you.
"I love you too. You are a part of me, and I can feel the bond that binds us together in the internal embrace. I can feel your words echo inside me, your sweet words that fill me with joy. Is it possible to be this happy, is it even legal?"
Do you trust me?
"Your love and your support is everything I need, and everything I trust. I could giggle like a child for hours just for hearing you speak. You've brought so much laughter to my life and so much ecstasy. Words would be unworthy of you, there is no way for me to explain how I feel and how much I trust you."
Pick up the gun.
"Of course darling… There. What do you want me to do now? What would make you happy? How can I make you happy?"
You've been a bad girl, haven't you?
"I will be better, I promise. I can be everything you want me to be. I promise, I promise. I will be perfect, you will be proud. I promise. Everything will be just as you want it to be. I promise. I promise. I promise."
You talk too much.
"I'm sorry. I won't anymore. I will be a good girl."
You are still talking.
…
Dont cry. You are so ugly when you cry but then again, you always were an ugly one. A stupid one… Incompetent and unskilled.
"You're a liar."
What did you say to me!?! I can not hear you while you're whimpering. Does a stupid girl has something to say? Does she?
"You're a liar!!!"
Oh am I? If I am a liar, why are you pointing that gun at your head?
"I will kill you!"
Please do…
"I will!"
You know how. There is only one way. Pull the trigger. Kill me.
…
Pull the trigger and kill me! Kill us both, I can't stand you anymore!
…
You know you want to. You can feel the metal on your skin. You can hear the bullet calling you. This will all be over. You will never hear from me again. All you have to do is pull the trigger.
"You are right. All I have to do is pull the trigger…"
That she did. She extended her arm straight in front of her and pulled the trigger. Mirror shattered into thousand little pieces. She was free. The voice inside her was finally silent. She smiled and took a deep breath of silence deep into her lungs feeling them expand into freedom. A sigh of relief came out.
This story is my entry for the constrained writing contest #16! organized by @svashta.
This time the rules were:
- Write a story that either starts happy and ends sad, or starts sad and ends happy.
- Raise at least 1 existential question in your story. You can have your characters straight out ask it, or you can be more profound and conceal it within your story.
- The story must be at least 250 words long and in English.
If you liked my story feel free to upvote, comment and/or resteem. Let me know if you liked it. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.
Image was taken from: LINK
Wonderful piece. I love how it flowed from the positive, to the negative, as the voices inside our head always do, but then you came out on top. I know this conversation all too well.
Thanks for sharing :)
Great piece! Short but gripping.
I... You...
This was a fantastic read!
But.. But... She "only" shot the mirror... the voice is still there. Hiding.
The other person is still inside. This isn't the end, is it? All this is only temporary. It must be, right?
There will be part 2 where the voice returns, correct?
:P
Very, very well written and I am so very happy you took a somewhat different approach to it.
Thank you very much for your entry!
"This isn't the end, is it?" there is no end. True end is when a person itself dies. As long as we are alive we will have those voices in our heads. Some of us control them better than others but the voices are always there, our doubts and our fears.
You could read this text in two ways, the first is metaphorical one where you think of the voice from the story as the voice we all have. The other way is more direct, where the other voice is actually another personality in one body and this is, in fact, a multiple personality disorder.
I'm thinking about continuing this story one day with two different alternative endings.
I'm glad you liked it, I hope I understood the rules, it did start in one tone and finish in another :) Thank you for this contest, it is truly pushing me outside my writing safety zones.
Which just goes to further show how thin the line between "crazy" and "normal" is - if there even is a line.
I very much hope you continue this at a later date! And as you said, you had set it very well for alternate endings! :D
And you raised quite some existential questions indeed. Mostly about how detrimental we can be to our own selves with or without realizing - and how important it is to take action and choose to live.
Awesome! Super happy to hear that! It's exactly what I want this contest to be about! Pushing you into new challenges you haven't faced before and try something new! :D
This was an enjoyable read. Could relate to some parts as well
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