There are Scary Things in the Closet

MayberryMayberry Regular
edited August 2010 in Life
Again, nobody answers me.

I have sat here for countless days in what can barely be called a room. A slim light peers through a crack, burning any hope left in my soul. I try to breathe, but I inhale rejection and exhale despair. No longer do I try to stand, for my weary bones have lost their will. I kick the bucket at my feet. It topples over, rolls a distance, and stops. Everything is still. Even the dust settled many nights ago.

I weakly call out at the door. Nobody answers me.

I turn my head to the right, and see my only friend, Semolina. She just sits there in the corner, never speaking, but ever mocking me. I wish she would stop glaring at me. I’ve told her many times, but she never listens. Maybe I should ask her how I can get out. No, she would just tell me I would fail, like I have at everything else. It’s good to have a friend.

I ask her how her day has been. Nobody answers me.

Suicide was ruled out as a solution a long time ago. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Who’s going to talk to Semolina if I was gone? Who’s going to watch the cobwebs crumble to dust? I glance at the knife at my side. It’s kept track of all my failures, and I hate it. I toss it aside and lay down to sleep.

I say a short prayer before drifting off. Nobody answers me.

I wake up and ask Semolina how she slept. Again, nobody answers me. I look at her and my heart skips a beat. Her skin has been torn apart, and her innards spilled out. I clamber over to her and try to save her. It was hopeless. No matter how hard I try to scoop everything back in, it all just spills out again. Seems like an occasion for me to cry, for me to show that I have emotions, but not even a single tear appears. I spread her remains throughout the room. As I reach the bottom of the pile, I find my knife.

I scream out in horror. Nobody answers me.

That was my last mistake, my last failure. From this point on, I shall make no more. I take the knife and stab myself in the heart.

I cry out in agony. Someone is singing outside.

Comments

  • DfgDfg Admin
    edited August 2010
    I liked it, especially the down syndrome effect. Good work. Keep them coming :)
  • MayberryMayberry Regular
    edited August 2010
    Thanks. I used to love writing, but high school and university English really put me off it. I've just recently started to pick it back up and rediscover my passion for it. For now, I mostly write stories based on my dreams. In this case, I had a dream about the movie Castaway :D

    Also, what's this down syndrome effect?
  • vOmitreevOmitree Acolyte
    edited August 2010
    Pretty imaginative, sounds like a terrifying nightmare a lot of people might relate to having. I'm also curious as to what da DFG meant by the effect via down syndrome?
  • StephenPBarrettStephenPBarrett Adviser
    edited August 2010
    Reminded me of a David Firth cartoon. I liked.
  • ScuDScuD Regular
    edited August 2010
    i liked it. the bucket was a strong image i couldn't help but see cleary. that sold me on it. the bucket.
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