Butterflies They Shouted

Butterflies they told me. I denied it.
Butterflies they shouted. I told them no.
No.
I am not butterflies, I screamed. I tugged at my hair, tears staining the dreads.
They repeat it.
Butterflies.
Butterflies.
Butterflies.
Somehow, deep inside, my heart pounded in agreement.
Thump. Thump.
An echo throughout my ears.
I still had to fight though.

I could not keep the butterflies away forever.
Eventually my need for murder grew.
I fulfilled it with killing.
I killed my best friend.

She didn't scream.
The knife slipped in like a river off of a cliff.
I never wanted to kill her.
I never wanted to kill her.
Butterflies made me.

That's when I knew.

Butterflies.
It was a whisper,
a knowing.

Locked myself away.
My best friend couldn't stay dead forever.
She came to me.
Told me what I already knew.
"Butterflies."
But there was something else that escaped her shivering, dead lips.
"I have a cure."
I inquired about what a cure for butterflies is.
"Take your life."

They begged me not to.
"We can help you!" They lied.
I knew I could not stay, with my butterflies.

I left that retched place.
That land of the living.

But I have learned one thing when I left this land of the living.
Butterflies, is inside you.

Author's Note

If you haven't picked up on the metaphor here already, I'll give you a hint:
Replace the word 'butterfly' with 'insanity'

Reviews

[A.E. Reed]

Really good. I like how you used 'butterflies' instead of 'insanity'. It adds a hint of mystery throughout the story and it makes you think. Nicely written. XD

-A.E. Reed

[Song]

I think you lost your butterfly. ;P Love ya lots!! Oh, btw, nice story. Saw the text message pics too, it confused me xD

[Bella-Marie]

Very well done. I love your writing style here. Beautiful and well done.