"Life is something that happens to you when you're busy making plans. Where did I read that? Was it in some book or was it a graffiti? Well, never mind, who makes plans anyway? Life is a canvas and I have so many colors to put on it."
You are magnificent, so inspiring and spiritual.
"Thank you. Comming from you it means a lot. I feel so secure listening to you, comforted and safe. I am so grateful for everything we do together, for each and every moment in time we spend together."
I love you.
"I love you too. You are a part of me, and I can feel the bond that binds us together in the internal embrace. I can feel your words echo inside me, your sweet words that fill me with joy. Is it possible to be this happy, is it even legal?"
Do you trust me?
"Your love and your support is everything I need, and everything I trust. I could giggle like a child for hours just for hearing you speak. You've brought so much laughter to my life and so much ecstasy. Words would be unworthy of you, there is no way for me to explain how I feel and how much I trust you."
Pick up the gun.
"Of course darling… There. What do you want me to do now? What would make you happy? How can I make you happy?"
You've been a bad girl, haven't you?
"I will be better, I promise. I can be everything you want me to be. I promise, I promise. I will be perfect, you will be proud. I promise. Everything will be just as you want it to be. I promise. I promise. I promise."
You talk too much.
"I'm sorry. I won't anymore. I will be a good girl."
You are still talking.
…
Dont cry. You are so ugly when you cry but then again, you always were an ugly one. A stupid one… Incompetent and unskilled.
"You're a liar."
What did you say to me!?! I can not hear you while you're whimpering. Does a stupid girl has something to say? Does she?
"You're a liar!!!"
Oh am I? If I am a liar, why are you pointing that gun at your head?
"I will kill you!"
Please do…
"I will!"
You know how. There is only one way. Pull the trigger. Kill me.
…
Pull the trigger and kill me! Kill us both, I can't stand you anymore!
…
You know you want to. You can feel the metal on your skin. You can hear the bullet calling you. This will all be over. You will never hear from me again. All you have to do is pull the trigger.
"You are right. All I have to do is pull the trigger…"
That she did. She extended her arm straight in front of her and pulled the trigger. Mirror shattered into thousand little pieces. She was free. The voice inside her was finally silent. She smiled and took a deep breath of silence deep into her lungs feeling them expand into freedom. A sigh of relief came out.
This story is my entry for the constrained writing contest #16! organized by @svashta.
This time the rules were:
- Write a story that either starts happy and ends sad, or starts sad and ends happy.
- Raise at least 1 existential question in your story. You can have your characters straight out ask it, or you can be more profound and conceal it within your story.
- The story must be at least 250 words long and in English.
If you liked my story feel free to upvote, comment and/or resteem. Let me know if you liked it. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.
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