Hallucinations, Brianna Todd [black authors fiction TXT] 📗

I sit and stare out the dark window, tears streaming my cheeks. The moon was a full, white blob acting as an audience to the silver, dancing stars. I sat with my legs pulled to my chest, my head resting sideways on my knees. Right then, i would have loved to have just fallen into a deep, dark abyss. To be surrounded by nothingness. To see nothing but shadows. To feel no emotion. To get away from life and everything in it. No stepmothers. No backstabbing "best friends". No lies. No secrets. No misery. No death. Just utter and complete nothing. Unfortunately, that couldn't happen. Everything had to be real. Or fake, however you'd like to put it. I say this because you see, when you have hallucinations, you can never distinguish what's real from what's just a trick of the mind. The voices. The people that no one else seems to see. To put it in other words, you could say I'm insane. Completely, disastrously insane. That's why i don't talk to people much. I didn't want to possibly make myself look even more crazyby talking to some invisible person only i could see. i can just never diffrentiate fact from fake. I even wonder if my family is real. I wonder if the world I've grown up on for sixteen years is real. Hell, i even wonder if I myself am even real. Things will never be definite to me. My medications never seemed to do their job, so I just stopped taking them after a while. I have to live with it. No you don't. You can end it right now. Look, there's a window.... There it was again. That loud voice in my head that was always urging me to end this the only way I could. I always tried to push at it- to make it go away. I was almost always able to, but one day i wasn't so lucky.

Publication Date: 03-25-2011

All Rights Reserved