SHATTERED
I woke up to a sudden noise coming outside my window. I searched for the voice everywhere, but couldn’t seem to find it. It so happened that when I went to sleep again, I heard the same voice. Only this time it was much clearer and much closer. I tried to sleep but my eyes wouldn’t drift off, and the memory of the voice kept clinging to my head. I thought I was hearing things, because there was no one outside the window, there was pin drop silence and my head couldn’t seem to forget that feeble voice.
The night seemed endless and never-ending. I thought of getting up for some food but my laziness got the best of me; and I just laid there staring at celling. My eyes finally felt tired and I slept. When I woke up it was ten in the morning and my head felt dizzy, I got up from my bed and screamed at the sight before me. My mind was racing, I couldn’t keep a track of my thoughts, I was stunned by it.
Blood
So much blood, no body, no nothing. Just blood.
I got weak from the knees and hit the ground, my vision blurring from the tears gathering up in my eyes. And that’s when I heard the same voice as last night and my brain was in shambles. This time I could feel the voice next to me. The voice of honey and silk and pure bliss, but I was scared of that voice. I looked around eagerly seeing if anyone was there, but I couldn’t find anyone. I looked at the blood again.
It was gone. I stood up holding my heart in my hand. The blood was just gone, like it never had been there, like it never existed in the firstplace. I am going mad I thought to myself. My heart racing so loudly that I could hear it myself. What is happening I thought, I took in a deep breath and went in the shower. I put the water temperature to cold and just stayed under the water. My breathing heavy and fast. After my shower the day went by in a blur. I had some pasta for lunch and toast for dinner I revised my studies and put on some music while reading my book. I was sleepy and drowsy and went to sleep
He was beautiful and probably a few years older than me, his green eyes and dark brown hair with tanned skin. He was tall, definitely taller than my five foot one. I dint recognise him at first but then when he spoke; I shattered. That voice. The voice which never seems to leave me, the same honey and silk voice.
“Hello, love.”
I couldn’t seem to form sentences let alone word, my brain just blanked out and I was staring at that man in front of me. When I finally spoke, it was utter nonsense. Nothing in the world seemed to make sense anymore and my head hurt badly. I wanted to run, I just wanted to go away, I never wanted to hear that voice, never in my life I wanted to experience that voice or that look in the meadow of his eyes. I started running. My legs felt heavy with each step but I dint care I just wanted to get away and never look back at him.
And then I woke up to the sight of blood.
So much blood, and I screamed till my lungs ran out of oxygen. The blood evaporated in front of my eyes; I could hear the silk of hisvoice calling my name. I am going mad I thought to my self and went in the shower, again.
I woke up to a sudden noise coming outside my window. I searched for the voice everywhere, but couldn’t seem to find it. It so happened that when I went to sleep again, I heard the same voice. Only this time it was much clearer and much closer. I tried to sleep but my eyes wouldn’t drift off, and the memory of the voice kept clinging to my head. I thought I was hearing things, because there was no one outside the window, there was pin drop silence and my head couldn’t seem to forget that feeble voice.
The night seemed endless and never-ending. I thought of getting up for some food but my laziness got the best of me; and I just laid there staring at celling. My eyes finally felt tired and I slept. When I woke up it was ten in the morning and my head felt dizzy, I got up from my bed and screamed at the sight before me. My mind was racing, I couldn’t keep a track of my thoughts, I was stunned by it.
Blood
So much blood, no body, no nothing. Just blood.
I got weak from the knees and hit the ground, my vision blurring from the tears gathering up in my eyes. And that’s when I heard the same voice as last night and my brain was in shambles. This time I could feel the voice next to me. The voice of honey and silk and pure bliss, but I was scared of that voice. I looked around eagerly seeing if anyone was there, but I couldn’t find anyone. I looked at the blood again.
It was gone. I stood up holding my heart in my hand. The blood was just gone, like it never had been there, like it never existed in the firstplace. I am going mad I thought to myself. My heart racing so loudly that I could hear it myself. What is happening I thought, I took in a deep breath and went in the shower. I put the water temperature to cold and just stayed under the water. My breathing heavy and fast. After my shower the day went by in a blur. I had some pasta for lunch and toast for dinner I revised my studies and put on some music while reading my book. I was sleepy and drowsy and went to sleep
He was beautiful and probably a few years older than me, his green eyes and dark brown hair with tanned skin. He was tall, definitely taller than my five foot one. I dint recognise him at first but then when he spoke; I shattered. That voice. The voice which never seems to leave me, the same honey and silk voice.
“Hello, love.”
I couldn’t seem to form sentences let alone word, my brain just blanked out and I was staring at that man in front of me. When I finally spoke, it was utter nonsense. Nothing in the world seemed to make sense anymore and my head hurt badly. I wanted to run, I just wanted to go away, I never wanted to hear that voice, never in my life I wanted to experience that voice or that look in the meadow of his eyes. I started running. My legs felt heavy with each step but I dint care I just wanted to get away and never look back at him.
And then I woke up to the sight of blood.
So much blood, and I screamed till my lungs ran out of oxygen. The blood evaporated in front of my eyes; I could hear the silk of hisvoice calling my name. I am going mad I thought to my self and went in the shower, again.
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