Echoes of Mortality
1
Who are you?
This is my house! MY HOUSE, do you hear! What right do you have to just walk in here?
HEY! Put that down! That's mine.
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? STOP THAT…NOW.
Blue and red? You think I'm going to live in a house with blue and red walls? I'll have to do something about that.
HA! Didn't like my impromptu decoration this morning did you? I thought the pink went well with the carpet. Although that sofa just has to go. Maybe that'll be my next project.
You know, you're not so bad. Yeah, you have no taste, I think you may be colour-blind, and when was the last time you did the laundry? But you're not so bad after all.
Hey! Where are you going?
What do you mean the house is haunted? I was nice to you. Did you not like our daily game of hide and seek the car keys?
Come back! Please…I'll do better. I'll be as quiet as a mouse. You won't even know I'm here.
2.
It's so quiet now.
I never really realised that the silence can be deafening.
Where has everyone gone?
3.
Many people have asked…who was I? What was I? Why am I here now?
The truth of the matter is I have no idea. Once, long ago, I was someone…I had family, friends…a life. But all that is long gone now. I don't remember much about who I was. I know I'm losing myself as time goes by.
Many people have asked…Why am I so angry?
Angry? It's not anger so much as a need to communicate. You walk around, so wrapped up in your lives, while I stand at the sidelines, watching. And subtlety is lost on you – you always find a way to explain it away. So yes, I lash out, not in anger, but just to let you know I'm here, I exist. To communicate in the only way I can.
I know you're frightened, but you watch way too many scary movies! I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to communicate. You have no idea how lonely it is here, in the shadows. You have no idea how I feel.
I just want you to listen.
Why won't you hear me?
I'M HERE!