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.
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Also, what's this down syndrome effect?