I…
I sit curled in the corner of this room. I’ve buried my face in my hands and shut my eyes so tight that they hurt. I find solace in darkness…
There are bars on one side of this tiny room. I feel like I am being watched. I part my fingers and open my left eye. Though I can see no one, I can still feel a strong gaze on myself. Shuddering, I close my eye again and cover up with my fingers.
There is light in this room. I can feel it even with my eyes shut. It comes from the room beyond the bars. There are other people in that room too. I can hear them talking. Ah! I don’t like the sound of humans talking! Why do they have to be so loud and pretend to be so cheerful? I don’t like being with them either, they are fake and they live in the light. I find solace in the darkness.
Occasionally someone comes and stands on the other side of the bars. They give me a fright! I shut my eyes even tighter and further squeeze myself into the corner. Sometimes, they just stare and go away. Sometimes, they laugh at me. I abhor humans when they laugh! I cover my ears with my hands…but the light…the light shines upon my eyes…oh! I hate the light!
The people outside these bars often talk about me, in hushed voices. They think I can’t hear them but I listen to it all too well. They say “it’s a tough case”...”treatment isn’t working!”…”no improvement”…once someone said that I might even die without being cured. I wonder what the trouble with me is…is it that I hate humans because they are more like chameleons, changing colors only too often...or is it that I cant stand the light because its bright...blinding…and overpowering!...it conceals the truth...it conceals the darkness...if that is it, I don’t want a cure!...i hate the humans…and I hate the light…i find solace in darkness…
4 comments:
i always thought u were a happy soul...
but this little piece kinda shook my belief in that...
i do believe that this is just a case of imagination going wild but u know what the best part about writing is??
when u write something and the other person can visualize it in their heads...
thats when u can say u have succeeded in writing something good...
and i could see you curled up in a corner, tears smudging the kajal all over ur cheeks...
ure in my head now..:)
chee chee chee!
That was freakin depressing as
sniffing a stray dogs B.U.T.T ;-p
This is what happens when you have toooo much free time lol
if u r that damn short on comfort come to me then!
KIll HUMANS!! SHOOT THEM ALL WITH GIANT LASER RAYS from our SPACESHIP! But only when its very very DARK
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