Illusion

A Story by elenaluisa

I live an illusion; I paint an image, a version of me, for everyone to see. I raise my own mental guard to prevent people from seeing the real me. But I'm not sure how long I will be able hold it up. Every day you chip away at the bricks I had laid to form my secure wall. I'm afraid that you might break through. I'm afraid that maybe, you already have.

I don't want your help. I don't want your sympathies. I don't want you. You tell me that what I'm going through is wrong. That I shouldn't be facing it alone. You say that there are people to help. But don't want that. I do things alone. I survive alone. Because surviving is what I do. I get through things. Life chucks hell at me and I pull through. It hurts, but I do it.

© 2017 elenaluisa

Author's Note

If there's anything to improve please let me know.

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Glen Weimann

Hi. I was browsing WC and came upon this. I note that you seek improvement suggestions, and the only 'proof read' comment I have is that I think you have missed out 'I' in ... But don't want that.

I think this works as a one-sided declaration of somebody trying to maintain barriers. So if that was 'all' you intended, it's worked well. However, BECAUSE it's worked well, it screams out for two possible avenues to pursue. (1) is the why and what behind the motive to maintain a barrier; (2) is more about the 'you' who seems to be doing a decent job at chipping away at the barrier - what are their motives and feelings about or for the person.

Both of these are things that, as the reader, I was keen to hear more of. So in a sense, you've done a great job at ... leaving me curious and with lots of questions. So in one sense it's a bit of a tease ... but a well done tease that's stuck exclusively to the single focus of the person and their barrier.

Regards
Nigel