I can’t seem to get away from them. They are everywhere I
look, everywhere I go, and I can feel them. They penetrate my thoughts. Like
ink dropping into water, they pervert my mind. I cannot escape them.
They are voices I can only hear over my shoulder, whispering into my ears.
“He broke your heart; he treated you like you were nothing. Kill him..KILL HIM…KILL HIIM!!!!” The whispers grow louder and louder.
I find myself at his front porch. The flowers he got me last week are crumpled and shriveled. They conceal the knife I brought from home. I grip the handle of the knife making the stems break against it.
I lift my hand to knock on his door, but it hangs there indecisively. I hesitate for what seems like hours and the voices grow in numbers. They begin to chant in my ear horrible things. I want to cover my ears, but I know it won’t work. The voices will only get louder and louder.
I give a quick knock on his door. It’s soft, barely echoing on the wood. The voices urge me to knock harder, to knock until my knuckles are bare and bloody. So I knock again, harder this time.
I wait on the front porch listening to the sound of my heart beat. It’s so loud it feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest.
When he opens the door the voices are gone. He stares at me like he’s confused as to why I’m there.
“Carmen, what are you doing here?” He asks. I take a deep breath before responding.
“Why?” I ask him, gripping on to the knife handle and flowers tighter. Some of the petals fall to the ground. He looks at the dead bouquet of flowers and then at me.
“Carmen.. I told you. We’re not right for each other. I just think we belong with other people.” He says it like he did last week. Like it’s a sentence he’s said over and over to other girls in his life.
One voice whispers in my ear so loud I almost think he might hear it. “Kill him Carmen. Kill him before he breaks your heart again. Before he breaks more hearts than yours.”
I’ve been fighting these voices for so long, but I can’t anymore. I can’t listen to them jabbering on and on. I take the knife out from the bouquet. He looks down at it, trying to back away into the house. He almost shuts the door, but I’m inside now.
“Carmen what the hell are you doing?!” He yells. I can feel myself crumbling away like the flowers. I’m barely holding on. My mouth turns into a smile without my control. My hand plunges the knife into his stomach. I can’t stop what’s happening now, I’m barely me anymore. The voices are taking over, taking control of my body. They make me stab him again, over and over. Red is the only color I see before I fade away into the darkness.
They are voices I can only hear over my shoulder, whispering into my ears.
“He broke your heart; he treated you like you were nothing. Kill him..KILL HIM…KILL HIIM!!!!” The whispers grow louder and louder.
I find myself at his front porch. The flowers he got me last week are crumpled and shriveled. They conceal the knife I brought from home. I grip the handle of the knife making the stems break against it.
I lift my hand to knock on his door, but it hangs there indecisively. I hesitate for what seems like hours and the voices grow in numbers. They begin to chant in my ear horrible things. I want to cover my ears, but I know it won’t work. The voices will only get louder and louder.
I give a quick knock on his door. It’s soft, barely echoing on the wood. The voices urge me to knock harder, to knock until my knuckles are bare and bloody. So I knock again, harder this time.
I wait on the front porch listening to the sound of my heart beat. It’s so loud it feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest.
When he opens the door the voices are gone. He stares at me like he’s confused as to why I’m there.
“Carmen, what are you doing here?” He asks. I take a deep breath before responding.
“Why?” I ask him, gripping on to the knife handle and flowers tighter. Some of the petals fall to the ground. He looks at the dead bouquet of flowers and then at me.
“Carmen.. I told you. We’re not right for each other. I just think we belong with other people.” He says it like he did last week. Like it’s a sentence he’s said over and over to other girls in his life.
One voice whispers in my ear so loud I almost think he might hear it. “Kill him Carmen. Kill him before he breaks your heart again. Before he breaks more hearts than yours.”
I’ve been fighting these voices for so long, but I can’t anymore. I can’t listen to them jabbering on and on. I take the knife out from the bouquet. He looks down at it, trying to back away into the house. He almost shuts the door, but I’m inside now.
“Carmen what the hell are you doing?!” He yells. I can feel myself crumbling away like the flowers. I’m barely holding on. My mouth turns into a smile without my control. My hand plunges the knife into his stomach. I can’t stop what’s happening now, I’m barely me anymore. The voices are taking over, taking control of my body. They make me stab him again, over and over. Red is the only color I see before I fade away into the darkness.
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