So, this is a kind of short story that I wrote one evening when I was just bored out of my mind. Please tell your opinion, feel free to criticize, it is much appreciated =)
Thanks ^_^
The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the بستر post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the بستر with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.
Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying, only bloodcurdling screams. These voices were making me go crazy. Slowly, gradually, I was losing my sanity.
I didn't want to become like her. I could still hear her screams, very much like those inside of my head. She, my sister. She had been the same as me, hearing those voices, she had gone mad and unable to take it any longer, she had committed suicide.
Her screams still haunt me, sometimes, I wake up at night panting and sweating, hearing her wails in my head. But it is different now, now I don’t hear only her screams but many other people’s too. And soon mine will be included in them, unable to be distinguished…
These voices make me feel troubled, lost. Make me lose all hope of ever getting away. Sometimes, I just want to die and escape from all this. I tried to tell mom and dad about it but they just didn't listen. They thought that I was going mad like my sister, which was true but the voices were real. The screams were of real people. They were real and they were out there to kill me.
I covered my ears, trying to block out the voices, the screams but they were inside my head. My head felt like it was going to burst open any moment now. The screams were louder than ever now, buzzing constantly inside my ear like flies that no matter how much we try to swat away, never fly away.
I was tired of it all, tired of trying to keep sane, tired of trying out to block these voices, tired of convincing mom and dad that these voices were real, tired of trying not to become like Her…
I stared out of the balcony door. There were some birds hopping around the balcony, while chirping happily. What made them so happy anyways? Nothing was ever happy in this life.
I went to the balcony door to drive them out, their cheerful chirping making me angry. After shooing them away, I leaned on the balcony’s railing. I stared down; the ground was so far away and suddenly the سٹریٹ, گلی looked so much alluring, like it was me inviting me to go شامل میں it. I subconsciously put my foot on the railing; ready to jump off at any moment. But then a part of my mind, which was still sane called out, faintly, very faintly “Don’t jump, Akane!” but the voice was muffled سے طرف کی the other voices inside of my head, which were urging me on.
I put my foot down, but then I heard worried footsteps approaching; my parents’ footsteps. Hearing their footsteps made me enraged. Parents were supposed to trust their children; they were the ones who didn't believe me. They were to be partly blamed for my craziness. I couldn't take this miserable life anymore. “I’m tired. So tired” I whispered into the air and put my foot again on the railing. Just as I was going to jump, my parents came bursting through the balcony door.
”AKANE! AKANE! WHAT ARE آپ DOING? DON’T JUMP…PLEASE!” They cried out, urging me to step off the railing, but it was too late now. I smirked as I let go, my feet leaving the railing.
I was free now, just like Her, just like my sister…
Thanks ^_^
The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the بستر post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the بستر with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.
Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying, only bloodcurdling screams. These voices were making me go crazy. Slowly, gradually, I was losing my sanity.
I didn't want to become like her. I could still hear her screams, very much like those inside of my head. She, my sister. She had been the same as me, hearing those voices, she had gone mad and unable to take it any longer, she had committed suicide.
Her screams still haunt me, sometimes, I wake up at night panting and sweating, hearing her wails in my head. But it is different now, now I don’t hear only her screams but many other people’s too. And soon mine will be included in them, unable to be distinguished…
These voices make me feel troubled, lost. Make me lose all hope of ever getting away. Sometimes, I just want to die and escape from all this. I tried to tell mom and dad about it but they just didn't listen. They thought that I was going mad like my sister, which was true but the voices were real. The screams were of real people. They were real and they were out there to kill me.
I covered my ears, trying to block out the voices, the screams but they were inside my head. My head felt like it was going to burst open any moment now. The screams were louder than ever now, buzzing constantly inside my ear like flies that no matter how much we try to swat away, never fly away.
I was tired of it all, tired of trying to keep sane, tired of trying out to block these voices, tired of convincing mom and dad that these voices were real, tired of trying not to become like Her…
I stared out of the balcony door. There were some birds hopping around the balcony, while chirping happily. What made them so happy anyways? Nothing was ever happy in this life.
I went to the balcony door to drive them out, their cheerful chirping making me angry. After shooing them away, I leaned on the balcony’s railing. I stared down; the ground was so far away and suddenly the سٹریٹ, گلی looked so much alluring, like it was me inviting me to go شامل میں it. I subconsciously put my foot on the railing; ready to jump off at any moment. But then a part of my mind, which was still sane called out, faintly, very faintly “Don’t jump, Akane!” but the voice was muffled سے طرف کی the other voices inside of my head, which were urging me on.
I put my foot down, but then I heard worried footsteps approaching; my parents’ footsteps. Hearing their footsteps made me enraged. Parents were supposed to trust their children; they were the ones who didn't believe me. They were to be partly blamed for my craziness. I couldn't take this miserable life anymore. “I’m tired. So tired” I whispered into the air and put my foot again on the railing. Just as I was going to jump, my parents came bursting through the balcony door.
”AKANE! AKANE! WHAT ARE آپ DOING? DON’T JUMP…PLEASE!” They cried out, urging me to step off the railing, but it was too late now. I smirked as I let go, my feet leaving the railing.
I was free now, just like Her, just like my sister…
