When you hit hard times, writing can help.
When you hit hard times, writing can help.
Indeed, it certainately helped me through a situation which... quite frankly, isn't THAT bad compared to SOME situations you might've gone through. >_>
Nonetheless - here is my latest piece.
For now, it was only the two of us in a single, enclosed room: perfectly round, with no exits to speak of - only the wall, floor, and ceiling.
It wasn't real. Of course I knew that. But that was the last thing that mattered at that precious moment.
"Kwoiffei."
The voice belonged to a faceless entity, but somehow I knew she was gazing disapprovingly at me. It didn't matter, though. Details were not the proper things to cross our mind.
"History has repeated itself, I see." I was rooted to the spot, but she moved freely, circling me as she spoke. "It's the same cycle every time. You grow attached to something. You place a part of yourself into it, and the people connected to it become close to you."
She then turned, looking directly into my face. I was completely frozen; an organic statue.
"Then... it hits hard times." Silence. "You slip up, and they show their disapproval... Then, strangers come, and attack the idea...
"And what do you do, Kwoiffei? What do you have to show for it?"
The silence that followed the question was almost deadly; it felt like cyanide, down to draining the air of precious oxygen.
That silence seemed to last for ever, before I could finally speak.
"I... I ran. I ran away."
"Exactly!" She grabbed me and shook me vigorously; I almost felt like I was being ripped apart by some unknown force. "You, Kwoiffei, are a coward! You, who are supposed to be a rebel! One who takes orders from nobody! You let other people get under your skin, and you flee!"
The loud thud, and the explosion of pain were the only things telling me that she had thrown me onto the ground. Time had lost meaning to me.
"You are a disgrace to yourself, Kwoiffei! A disgrace to me! Weak, hopeless, yellow-bellied!"
She raised a hand, and from that hand sprouted deadly claws. I knew what she was going to do to me...
...and I wouldn't take it.
"Stop."
She obeyed. I could hear her voice screaming in protest, but she was still.
And she was under my thumb now.
Indeed, it certainately helped me through a situation which... quite frankly, isn't THAT bad compared to SOME situations you might've gone through. >_>
Nonetheless - here is my latest piece.
For now, it was only the two of us in a single, enclosed room: perfectly round, with no exits to speak of - only the wall, floor, and ceiling.
It wasn't real. Of course I knew that. But that was the last thing that mattered at that precious moment.
"Kwoiffei."
The voice belonged to a faceless entity, but somehow I knew she was gazing disapprovingly at me. It didn't matter, though. Details were not the proper things to cross our mind.
"History has repeated itself, I see." I was rooted to the spot, but she moved freely, circling me as she spoke. "It's the same cycle every time. You grow attached to something. You place a part of yourself into it, and the people connected to it become close to you."
She then turned, looking directly into my face. I was completely frozen; an organic statue.
"Then... it hits hard times." Silence. "You slip up, and they show their disapproval... Then, strangers come, and attack the idea...
"And what do you do, Kwoiffei? What do you have to show for it?"
The silence that followed the question was almost deadly; it felt like cyanide, down to draining the air of precious oxygen.
That silence seemed to last for ever, before I could finally speak.
"I... I ran. I ran away."
"Exactly!" She grabbed me and shook me vigorously; I almost felt like I was being ripped apart by some unknown force. "You, Kwoiffei, are a coward! You, who are supposed to be a rebel! One who takes orders from nobody! You let other people get under your skin, and you flee!"
The loud thud, and the explosion of pain were the only things telling me that she had thrown me onto the ground. Time had lost meaning to me.
"You are a disgrace to yourself, Kwoiffei! A disgrace to me! Weak, hopeless, yellow-bellied!"
She raised a hand, and from that hand sprouted deadly claws. I knew what she was going to do to me...
...and I wouldn't take it.
"Stop."
She obeyed. I could hear her voice screaming in protest, but she was still.
And she was under my thumb now.