Third Time's The Charm
"Come, come, come....."
The voices are calling again and it's not just in my head. I hear them loud and clear like they were just in the room with me. I need to go now, they would kill me if I don't do it. The time is past 5pm and the sun would go down soon, I need to act fast.
Amy seems very uninterested today, she always does but we needed the evening jogs and were accountable to each other. My mid-temple already hurt from the five minutes jog to her house, the T-shirt I'm wearing isn't helping. I normally would wear a sports bra but that wouldn't conceal the six inch dagger tucked in my pants.
I was leading today, just perfect. We took turns everyday on who chose and led the route. Today's path was very familiar, the 'Rocky Forest' as it was called. Amy and I only ever went through it once together and she quite enjoyed it. Not many people used this very breezy route with a perfect backdrop of spring water and greenery for selfies.
We were midway in the forest and I could hear them again. Those damn voices, I wish they'd leave me alone. I had been here two times before now, excluding the last time with Amy. I had done it twice and now they needed me again. I loved Amy so much, the last time I couldn't do it. We had been friends since the beginning of the semester two months ago, we had a genuine connection.
I was scared now, this was harder than I thought. I could do it now but I was scared, I'm never scared. My heart was thumping hard, the therapist said not to listen to them or do as they wish. We're still jogging and I can hear them. Time is running out they say.
"We're coming for you"
I tell Amy we need to rest a while. She's sitting on a rock in front of me, backing me. I take out my dagger, breathe in and stab.
I can't see clearly now, my eyes are teary and the pain is crippling. Amy is screaming and crying for help. I'd be gone before anyone gets here. They made me do it. They warned me. I didn't oblige, now they killed me.
This is a short story I wrote using the 5 minute freewrite prompt 'forest' by @mariannewest
Wtf type of psycho shit is this? 😄
I don't know 😩
There is nothing to do about psycho nor "shit"!!!
Intriguing story @wolfofnostreet Nice to meet you. I normally participate in the freewrites, but was busy this week. And I had an idea I wanted to share for the forest, and just slipped my mind. I liked your forest story in that it was internal struggle that no one could foresee or help resolve.
The fact that he/she had already sought out a therapist was an indication he/she knew she had an illness, voices calling him/her to perpetrate "their will". He or she'd done it twice before. The struggle was that he/she found someone and a genuine connection or bond developed probably caused the internal struggle to intensify. To put a physical end to the body functioning was probably in his/her mind the only way to stop the headaches wherein the voices come through. In doing so, he/she probably saw it as the only way to reconcile the mixed feelings for Amy.
I also stopped by to thank you for decising to follow my journey on Hive. I appreciate it and hope to be able to engage with your again.
Thanks for sharing this story. Take care, and stay safe. Have a great rest of your week.
Thanks for your thoughtful comment.
I hope you have enough time to post more stories.