The case of Josie Trent - Don't hurt me!
Josie sat alone surrounded by darkness. She felt as if she had no form. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. It was as if she couldn't move. This wasn't freedom. This was torture.
You desire a world of no pain.
"Yes."
Pain is what makes you human.
"No. That is not true," Josie hissed. "The pain is unfair. It's not necessary."
Josie blinked the tears away. "I want to be free of it all. Free of the pain."
A world of absolute freedom?
"If it's free of pain..."
"And, so you want to fill the hole in human souls?" Vaughn asked. "You want to destroy the emptiness inherent in man."
Corrine stepped out towering over her. "Emptiness is something you cannot escape. It is a part of everyone. And thus, we try and fill it through meaningless encounters and relationships."
"That can be done," a voice she had never heard before said. "A world where all are one. The barriers of the heart that separate man will fade."
And thus, completion begins.
"What is this?" Josie asked.
She stood in a museum. All the paintings, the artworks. They were black silhouettes.
"This is my heart?" She asked.
"Yes. You have cut yourself off from the world," Lucas said circling her. A soft grin crossed his face. "But it does not matter. This isn't reality. Because no one is here."
"A fabrication so you don't get hurt," Corrine said, off handedly as she looked at the artwork.
Rejection. That is how you survive.
"I know," she said.
Josie stood at the front of an empty theatre. In mere seconds, people poured in. Seconds later the people had disappeared again.
"What are dreams?" Josie asked.
"Dreams?" Vaughn parroted. "Why does it matter?"
She looked at his face. It was hard and cold. "I don't understand reality. Maybe if I could... I can't find happiness if all I do is get hurt."
Thus, you close your heart to others.
"It's the easiest thing to do!" Josie cried exasperated.
Her body shook as she broke into loud sobs.
"You want to feel at ease? You want to feel at peace? To not be alone?" Vaughn asked pulling her close.
"Yes," she replied relieved.
That cannot happen without pain.
"What?"
Vaughn pushed her away wordlessly. The coldness returning to his face. He narrowed his eyes at her shocked face and walked away leaving her alone.
Josie gasped when she realized someone was behind her.
You preferred it when you were moving?
"Lucas?" She asked hopefully as she turned around.
You never had a chance to get hurt then.
"Help me," she whispered. The words caught in her throat.
"You only want my affection when you think you'll get hurt," Lucas said disapprovingly. "You're just a child yourself."
Then run.
Then stop.
If it's too painful, you can end it all.
"When ever I let people in, I was just hurt," Josie said.
She was alone again.
The darkness replaced by a thick fog.
She sat on a stage, glass separating her from everything.
"Nobody loves me. So they should just die."
Is that what you feel?
"It'd be better if I wasn't here, either. So I should die too."
Then what is your hand for?
She squeezed her hand.
"But they betrayed me!" She said. "By hurting me it was the ultimate betrayal!"
"Do you really believe that?" The voice asked.
You're just running away.
"I can't be loved... I'm not worthy of love from other people," Josie said staring down at her feet. "If I don't accept the hurt, then I don't accept their love. But if I accept the hurt then I lose that love."
Vaughn shook his head and caressed her face. "Do you really believe that?"
"By closing your heart from others, you avoid the pain of being hurt. Of being rejected," Marshall said. "But you can never truly be loved or love. Thus, you will always be alone. And the pain will worsen."
Truth.
"I understand," Josie replied monotone.
Thank you.
Josie sat alone surrounded by darkness. She felt as if she had no form. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. It was as if she couldn't move. This wasn't freedom. This was torture.
You desire a world of no pain.
"Yes."
Pain is what makes you human.
"No. That is not true," Josie hissed. "The pain is unfair. It's not necessary."
Josie blinked the tears away. "I want to be free of it all. Free of the pain."
A world of absolute freedom?
"If it's free of pain..."
"And, so you want to fill the hole in human souls?" Vaughn asked. "You want to destroy the emptiness inherent in man."
Corrine stepped out towering over her. "Emptiness is something you cannot escape. It is a part of everyone. And thus, we try and fill it through meaningless encounters and relationships."
"That can be done," a voice she had never heard before said. "A world where all are one. The barriers of the heart that separate man will fade."
And thus, completion begins.
"What is this?" Josie asked.
She stood in a museum. All the paintings, the artworks. They were black silhouettes.
"This is my heart?" She asked.
"Yes. You have cut yourself off from the world," Lucas said circling her. A soft grin crossed his face. "But it does not matter. This isn't reality. Because no one is here."
"A fabrication so you don't get hurt," Corrine said, off handedly as she looked at the artwork.
Rejection. That is how you survive.
"I know," she said.
Josie stood at the front of an empty theatre. In mere seconds, people poured in. Seconds later the people had disappeared again.
"What are dreams?" Josie asked.
"Dreams?" Vaughn parroted. "Why does it matter?"
She looked at his face. It was hard and cold. "I don't understand reality. Maybe if I could... I can't find happiness if all I do is get hurt."
Thus, you close your heart to others.
"It's the easiest thing to do!" Josie cried exasperated.
Her body shook as she broke into loud sobs.
"You want to feel at ease? You want to feel at peace? To not be alone?" Vaughn asked pulling her close.
"Yes," she replied relieved.
That cannot happen without pain.
"What?"
Vaughn pushed her away wordlessly. The coldness returning to his face. He narrowed his eyes at her shocked face and walked away leaving her alone.
Josie gasped when she realized someone was behind her.
You preferred it when you were moving?
"Lucas?" She asked hopefully as she turned around.
You never had a chance to get hurt then.
"Help me," she whispered. The words caught in her throat.
"You only want my affection when you think you'll get hurt," Lucas said disapprovingly. "You're just a child yourself."
Then run.
Then stop.
If it's too painful, you can end it all.
"When ever I let people in, I was just hurt," Josie said.
She was alone again.
The darkness replaced by a thick fog.
She sat on a stage, glass separating her from everything.
"Nobody loves me. So they should just die."
Is that what you feel?
"It'd be better if I wasn't here, either. So I should die too."
Then what is your hand for?
She squeezed her hand.
"But they betrayed me!" She said. "By hurting me it was the ultimate betrayal!"
"Do you really believe that?" The voice asked.
You're just running away.
"I can't be loved... I'm not worthy of love from other people," Josie said staring down at her feet. "If I don't accept the hurt, then I don't accept their love. But if I accept the hurt then I lose that love."
Vaughn shook his head and caressed her face. "Do you really believe that?"
"By closing your heart from others, you avoid the pain of being hurt. Of being rejected," Marshall said. "But you can never truly be loved or love. Thus, you will always be alone. And the pain will worsen."
Truth.
"I understand," Josie replied monotone.
Thank you.