Flowing and Ebbing

We're all best friends! Warning for slightly disturbing content.

            The room is dark, almost completely black. She can’t see anything, but it’s not because of the darkness. She doesn’t want to (refuses) to open her eyes.

            There’s nothing she can see, but she can hear so much, so much that it hurts, and every sound makes the reality sharper, clearer, so much more bitter and vivid than it was before. Every breath, every time she inhales that smell, every pant as she shudders, every slight dripping noise.

            Dread fills up within her, and she desperately tries to hold it down, drown it within itself, just get it to go away, make it all go away—

            Tomorrow I’ll go to school, and he’ll be really annoying so I’ll run away from him, and then when he chases me I’ll hit him with a book, and it’ll be okay because it happens every morning, and it’s all okay, okay, okay—

            And then she’ll walk in and be so polite and say, “good morning” in that voice that’s so dear to me because I love her and him and they’re so precious to me, they’re my best friends, we’ve done everything together since we were little.

            And then I’ll hug her and we’ll get through the school day together, and I’ll complain about how much I hate P.E. and they’ll both smile, and he’ll make a sarcastic remark and I’ll get angry, and try my best to tackle him but I’ll fail since he’s so much better than me—

            And then in math class we’ll take out our laptops and e-mail each other, and I’ll tell her why I don’t like the teacher and she’ll try to defend him because she’s so nice to everyone like that, and then he’ll break up our conversation and will type up a long message on the things he likes – both of us are on the list and even though it’s cheesy and he’s done it a million times before we’ll both smile because it’s so sweet.

            And then even if we get into an argument during the day, we’ll walk home together and even if we don’t talk to each other on the way we’ll know that we forgive each other and that the day after we’ll be talking and laughing again, because I love them and they love me and they love each other, and it’s so deep, so strong, that nothing can break it—

            And they’re my best friends, so no matter what happens, I’ll protect them even if it means dying for them, dying for them, because I would die for them and they would die for me, for each other we’d all dive into the pits of hell, burning and screaming in agony all the way but still smiling because we’d be able to save each other, and as we fell we’d hold hands because not even hell could break our bonds, our friendship, our love, that’s what we always said right?

            That’s how it was supposed. Supposed to be.

            Reality flows into her mind again, and with it the moonlight flows into the room and she opens her eyes at exactly the wrong or right moment, and she sees them on the floor, covered in red—

            “Why?”

            There is a voice speaking out through the darkness, it sounds sad, why is it sad? There’s nothing sad here, nothing, it’s a normal day, and tomorrow we’ll all go to school and—

            “Why did it turn out this way?”

            Whose voice is that anyway, there shouldn’t be anyone else in this room, I must be hearing things, or maybe it’s a dream—

            “This wasn’t… supposed…”

            And why am I holding a knife, I wonder why, maybe I was in the kitchen chopping up some meat and then I walked in here and saw—

            “It wasn’t supposed to happen this way!”

            Don’t cry, voice, don’t cry, it’s not real, it can’t be real, there’s no way.

            “Why…?”

            There’s no way there’s anything on the floor, there’s no way that that puddle is red, it’s just water and a trick of the light, that’s all—

            “…how…”

            And the things on the floor aren’t people, they’re not my friends, they’re sleeping bags because I was storing them in my room of course ahahah, how silly of you to mistake sleeping bags for—

            “How did become like this…?”

            Don’t cry, don’t cry, nothing’s wrong at all, nothing’s wrong, I know nothing’s wrong, because no matter what happens—

            My friends will be with me, and we love each other best in the whole wide world.

           

            The moonlight ebbed and the room turned black again.

Author's Note

I felt like being slightly sadist, lawl. And I was listening to a certain song and this is what came out of it...

Reviews

[StrawberryDream]

Agree with other review. Lovely, but could use a little hints at what the end brings. A pleasure to read! I enjoyed the contrast between the naive narrator, and the voice especially. :)

[Kathryn Star, Shine!]

I don't know quite what to say... I like the story, but it could use some fleshing out, and tightening. Enjoyable. ks. =)