Impossible

Suspense Stories | Mar 16, 2015 | 2 min read
40 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
Tell me, why do you refuse to look at me?

Do I repulse you?

Or are you scared of what you'll see hidden within?

I find it so very amusing, The fact you try to hide from me. You know its impossible, so why bother? Look at me. Go on. Look me in the eyes.

Let me show you my secrets...

No, don't run away from me, just listen to me- I SAID LISTEN!shhh...Don't worry. It's all going to be okay, I promise. I know- I do, I know you don't trust me, but why wold I lie to you.

I know you. What you like, what you hate, every thought or memory. Everything. I know what makes you tick. And it scares you. Hell, it terrifies you. It's why you always sneak peeks over your shoulder, when you're out on the street. Always looking for a sign that I'm going to snap, and unleash myself upon you and anyone else around you.

Would you like that? If I made the streets run red, to see the blood drip at the end of a knife? to see the light in another's eyes fade away, to watch the fight in them disappear in those final moments? I could do it, just say yes. That's all it would take...

Why do you refuse? You ALWAYS DO THIS! What will it take...how long do you plan to keep this up. I can see the cracks in your mind, getting bigger and deeper, every time I whisper to you, my dark little thoughts. Then when you cant take it no more, when you scream and beg me to leave...I laugh.

Leave you? No. I can't do that. I won't. I'll never let you be alone. You need me, you'll see. I'll make you see. Force you if I must. Because I've warned you, you cant run from me.

Just let me out, let me help you. Its been so long now since you've last slept. Have I kept you up? You must be tired, let me help you...let me take away the nightmares, and the pain. Let someone else suffer instead. It doesn't have to be you.

That's right...listen...it's all you have to do. Listen to what I say. Well done...

Its been a while since I last had the chance to feel this. The weight of a knife in my hand, its like I found that missing part of me. But there's really nothing like the sound of cries, of pleas for help, to stop...why, its like music to my ears. My own personal lullaby...or rather, should I say, our lullaby. Can you feel it? The blood steadily flowing down your face...its all over your clothes...your hands.

See, this is how its supposed to be.

You turn to face a mirror, looking at yourself. Looking at me, staring right back at you.

We smile.

I told you, you needed me. You cant run away from me. It's impossible.

After all, you cant run from your reflection.

Or yourself...

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