VanityVanity9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I woke up, clawing at my pillows in a panicked stupor. Last night’s dreams had been some of the worst. I could barely breathe and my hand was clenching the handgun I kept under my pillows as if I had seen something terrifying... Which honestly wasn’t too far from the truth.
I took my hand away from the gun and sat up. There were bottles of medication that had been prescribed by my doctor after my last bout with my mortal nemesis. I had been badly beaten up, but I didn’t know how the incident had effected my mental state. It was bad enough that I didn’t know how badly I had ended up, but the fact that, even if I did know, it wouldn’t convince me that I was in such a bad place.
I grabbed all the pills I was supposed to take, not one more or less. I swallowed them without a drink and sighed. Hallucinations... That was the only symptom I hadn’t experienced yet... I had a feeling that was short lived.
I got up and went into my bathroom. I looked like deat
Hatred HatredHatred50 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Selfish hatred for all things living
Throbbing, uncontrollable rage towards loved ones
To live is to fall asleep
To die is to awaken
Will I ever get back up after I have fallen?
Dumbfounded for a solution to end it all
To pull the plug
To turn off the lights
Will I be brave enough? Or will I cower in fright?
One day or another my courage will be enough
Surely, it will if I want it bad enough
Until then, I will keep living painfully day after day
I just want all my pain to go away
All my rage...
Loved ones getting in the way of my necessities to kill
I will be at peace but it will surely give them a thrill
I don't want to keep living for them
My life isn't for them
Soon enough I will feel the smooth sharpness of a blade
Saw back and forth to form red beads of blood
If I cut enough, will it flood?
I don't give a damn anymor