Hey guys, I wrote a short story two days ago, and I wanted to share it.
Here we go.
SHATTER
I awaken from nothing more than what I can call suspended animation.
I no longer take any joy or pleasure from sleeping. Nor do I seem to take energy from it, either. When I first open my eyes, all I see is a murky
light, not shining, not radiating, but simply leaking into my quarters. This unpleasant luminescence barely lights my footsteps, as I stumble to
dismount my bed.
With every step, I shake tidbits and remnants from my body. Remnants of past memories, tidbits of old times, the good times, when I could smile and my
lips would not crack, and crimson ribbons would not roll off my face and would not drip onto the floor. These little tidbits and remnants no longer
stay in my heart, but are simply stragglers, sticking to my body and weighing me down. As I shake them off, the flutter to the floor and SHATTER,
turning into cold, razor edged, crystalline debris. As I walk, and as I begin to awaken my mind and think, these spines and spikes of the olden times
embed themselves in my skin. Every step I take, more of these shards flutter down my body, landing on my arms and legs, cutting, beckoning streams of
blood tracing their path.
Mais si vous me voyiez, vous ne verriez rien.
As I finally make my way to the "salle de bains", I disrobe. I see the scars of some of the worst days. In the mirror, I can see thru myself, and I
can see the scars on my slowly beating, satin grey heart. The more I recall, the more my eyes begin to well, and soon, not tears, but those crimson
ribbons streak my face.
Aber, wenn Sie mich sahen, würden Sie nichts sehen.
I enter the "Dusche", the water pours onto my face. I see my blood slowly circle and enter the drain. But these shards of time, bits of memories,
still embedded in my skin, mix with the water, forming a stinging, burning acid. it eats away at my skin. It shrivels, wrinkles, blisters and sloughs,
burning me from the inside out. I try to scream, but the only sound is the rushing of water from the wall. As did my blood, my acid-eaten sloughed
skin circles and enters the drain.
Pero si usted me viera, usted no vería nada.
I walk out of the "salle de bains", I can see a shining path of glass tracing my steps. I have no choice but to walk back along this. The shards
bite and tear at my feet, leaving red prints in my cold wooden floor. The days have become too much for me, and I just think about all the horrors I
have seen, all the horrors I have done, and all the horrors that have been done to me.
My eyes blacken, my tongue shrivels, and my body weakens, yet I manage to see, speak and stand.
Mais si vous me voyiez, vous ne verriez rien, parce que je ne suis rien du tout.
By the way, the three languages are French, Spanish and German.
