Author's Note: Hello once again. I was debating weather or not to post this one up, but I couldn't help it. So, without further ado. For your informational purposes, this is the Prequel to Very Invisible (which is a story that I made a year ago. So, if you haven't read it, you don't need to, but it's recommended).
March 3, 2011: I've decided to add this on to Very Invisible instead of having a separate link. I think it would be better that way.
The Whisper War
"And I don't know why I breathe, it's taking too long for me. Can we speed up this process, please?"
-Jonny Craig
I sat down on my block leather sofa in the middle of my living room. Dressed clad in the pajama set that I woke up in the middle of the night. It's quiet, where I sit. I used to be able to hear the people outside going on about their day. Now, all I hear is silence... And it kills me. It scares me. It taunts me. In a bitter whisper it makes a mockery of me. It's slow, deep, voice talks to me. And I can't escape it. In the darkness of my room, it creeps on me. And it whispers to me softly all the words he used to say and I can't take it.
My insomniac eyes are bloodshot and bags sinfully graces the flesh under my onyx orbs. I can't sleep at night. I toss and turn. Not even sleeping pills take the pain away, take away the sleepless nights that pass by like days. I sit on my sofa, in a lotus position, numb. I can't even possess to feel. I feel like I'm still alive when I could have died. I could have followed him. I stare blankly at the insipid wall across from me. How do I feel?
It's too quiet.
And it's becoming hard to breathe. I'm scared when I don't hear people outside being merry and they're inside their houses sleeping a peaceful slumber, one I should be doing. I'm terrified when I'm not burying myself in my work. When I don't have something to distract me from the whispers. I slowly bring my hands together on my knees and clench my fists. I turn my head to the clock on the wall as it reads 3:45 am. My eyes are starting to grow heavy and they threaten to close and succumb to the sleep I'm desperately trying to overcome.
Giving up on the fight against sleep, I make my way to my room and carefully lay down in my bed. I stare into the abyss of my room. I'm thankful for the darkness that surrounds my room, the pictures of us around our-my room are too much to bare. And at the thought of picturing us together how we used to be brings me to tears. My eyes start to burn with the need for the unshed tears to make their downfall.
And I cry.
The tears start to pool on my pillow and I can feel the wetness of the pillow on my cheek. Along comes with the tears, a broken sob leaves my mouth.
And I breakdown.
Then I can hear the whisper. In it's beautifully, broken, bitter whisper. It calls for me. As I feign sleep, it still calls me. I shake my head slowly, all the while muttering a low: No. The whisper continues it's beckon for me.
"No, no, no," I cried, and I cried. I clamped my hands over my ears to block the voices. The softness of the voice was trying to make a fool of me. It sounded just like him. But, I knew it was a lie. Because he, was dead. He died two years ago. Duncan died and left me two years ago.
And it continues. The melancholy whisper, the taunting, the mocking. I sat up and shook my head vigorously.
"Shut up! Just shut up!" I yelled. I'm going crazy all over again. Every night. Every hour of the night. I can't escape it. It follows me. I shake my head repeatedly, over and over. Tears freefalling. My heart racing. My heart started feeling heavy and my palms, sweaty. My breathing harbored. My mind, a jumbled mess. The sobs wracked my body, leaving me dry heaving on nothing. I couldn't compose myself. My tears went haywire. My body going through compulsions. I shook my head and looked up at the darkness of my room. I turned towards the voices and I shot my finger at it, pointing.
"Just shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I yelled. I thrashed. My finger drooped down to my side and I held my head down. My tears making a puddle on the smoothness of my legs.
"Make it stop," I whined. "Just leave me alone...," my voice broke, "Please."
And the whispers grew louder and it spoke to me.
"Don't shake me off. I'm right here... I love you." It spoke.
"No, you're not," I hiccuped. "him."
And I wept.
I clutched my ears tighter and closed my eyes and slowly rocked back and forth. This isn't real. He isn't real. It's a dream. It's all a dream. Soon, the whisper war will be over. Soon. I continued to rock for another five minutes and once when I thought it stopped, it whispered one last thing in my ear.
"Goodnight." I clenched my eyes shut tighter together. Feigning sleep again. Once I was sure the whispers were gone, I fell into a dreamless slumber.
But, I knew it was there. Mocking me. Taunting me...
Whispering to me.
Author's Note: Yes, this is my favorite story that I have written. This one is so self explanatory. So, I hope you all enjoyed. Remember that this is the Prequel to Very Invisible. I tried my hardest on this one because Very Invisible was once upon a time my favorite, but this stole its place. :)
So, without further ado, review!