
The floor creaked under my weight as I walked across the wood to get to my bed. The weight of whatever this was pressed down on my shoulders.
The chains that clad my feet followed in perfect rhythm to my movements and soon the sound was drowned by the nothingness that wrapped my mind.
I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the skeleton of what used to be me in the reflection of the mirror that mocked my very existence and snickered hoarsely. I gasped and sighed since that was my way of breathing now.
My hair hung messily about me and I laid back in the cold bed and looked up at the ceiling. The whispering that had become all so familiar with the silence grew from my motionlessness . My head throbbed as I shut the voices out and refused to listen to the words they spoke.
The curtain flew carelessly into the dusty room as I just lay there and thought of what life outside will be.
I gasped and sighed, sighed and gasped. My lungs were the last things really doing their best for me.
I stayed that way till night fell again. Food was of no concern to me, those I loved were dead to me and those who loved me were dead.
The little clock on my bedside struck midnight. It was the day of my birth..the anniversary of the day of my birth..I could be happy today..I could wish for anything I wanted today.
I tied my hair behind me and made my way down the stairs to the living room, past the kitchen and into the basement. I squinted in the dark but there was no way I wouldn’t recognise them even if I lost my sight.
I knelt before the stakes I had mounted with the insides of their bodies wrapped around the skewers I had made and put my hands together to make a wish. I wished they would not be dead and I wished I was not the one that killed them.
I must have been there for a while for the ringing of the door bell interrupted my tears. It was my birthday and the ones I loved had come to cheer me up. But as I said before, the ones I loved are dead to me and the ones who loved me are dead.
The smell of the rotten flesh didn’t bother me as I wept silently for the ones I had lost, and mourning for those behind the door who had lost me.