Prologue: SecrecyA Chapter by JaneeceThe beginning.September 19th,
2012 Abigail
Those words that
cannot be expressed. The thoughts that must be secluded, kept hidden, from
alien knowledge or view. They are concealed in the pit of the brain, beyond all
ordinary understanding. These little packages contain information to share with
others. But you better choose wisely. It’s
a deep secret, a burden on your chest, a tragic incident, a mistake. This unrevealed
information being kept from others, in most cases, to protect yourself. Hidden,
covered, problems buried within your soul because you fear rejection,
consequences, and uncertain circumstances. So you try to forget, push it all
away, and move on. But
as always we become conflicted. We slowly force ourselves to forget, let go.
Put the unsaid words in our pockets and push them further down, into the
ground. Forcing them deep into the core of the earth where we hope they will
crash and burn. They don’t
though. It’s an illusion that we helplessly create for ourselves. You are left
with that weight on your shoulders, that whispering voice of pain in your ears.
Trapped inside your own head, you are left to sustain the pressure. We
shove this unsettling paper scratched with these words into the back of our
brains. Again we are left and barricaded, alone and isolated, shut down inside ourselves. You
begin to notice that you’re slowly sinking farther down, but too far-gone to
ask for help. Loneliness is the only thing you'll ever know. Or so you think. That beacon of hope, the rays of
sunshine stretching over your vast plains of darkness and
abandonment. It begins to give you false faith, in the world, and in yourself.
But you're too blind to notice because somewhere along the way, someone you thought really
loved you, strapped the black cloth around your head and securely over your eyes.
You don't see their lies or first class acting. You see the darkness and will
do anything to get away from it.
Anything.
© 2013 JaneeceAuthor's Note
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Added on March 17, 2013 Last Updated on March 17, 2013 Tags: depression, cutting, eating disorder, murder, love, drugs, mental, illness, suicide AuthorJaneeceCanadaAboutmy name is janeece, i'm 17. i live in canada and i hate how cold it is. i can't wait to get out of here. my passions include writing, musical theatre and fashion. message me, i'm super nice! more..Writing
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