Diaries of two secret lovers
I knew very little about life and death. The horizons hovering around this world, I knew nothing of them. Charlie had died and now I was almost certain that it was her at the other end of the phone. At this very moment, I have very little time to digest what I had just heard. That voice of hers, that alluring yet tender voice of hers. Before I know it, the phone line has ended. I slowly hang up the phone and lay back in bed. Suddenly it was as if Charlie's death was nothing but a mere nightmare I had the night before. All because I believed that she was on the phone to me. "Composure Brax, Composure." I said to myself. If I was to mention this to anyone they would think I'm crazy. "You have to let go Brax, it's time to say goodbye" they would repeat to me over and over again. Charlie's funeral is soon, how I'm I to go when deep inside I believe she is still here. I get out of bed, and find my way to the restaurant. There I drink, I drink and reside upon my sorrows. Drinking was the only way to ease this pain, my only way to escape from this reality. I refuse to attend the funeral, why should I go anyway? Going to the funeral would mean that she really is gone. It would mean that the voice on the phone was only imaginary.
"Hang up, Hang up" a voice inside tells me. I had already spoken. Why did I call him, it will only prolong his sadness. Soon after revealing my voice I hang up the phone. Although hearing his voice makes me safe I refuse to believe that I will never see him again. I reach for my hair and I have the desire to pull it and scream. Unfortunately no one will hear me, because I am stuck in this place. The room is dark and I have no way of escape. I pull off the sheets and get out of bed. I bang on the walls and sob. No one hears me and no one ever will. What if by calling Brax I had lead him to believe that I was still alive. Which theoretically I was but he was not supposed to know of this. I sit beside my bed and realize that this was to be a new chapter of my life. I am believed to be dead and this way it shall stay. Having nothing more to do, I jump back into bed with tears rolling down my cheeks when suddenly I hear a knock.