I’ve become addicted to the fantasy. The sweet whispers that tell me I’m beautiful. That I deserve happiness. That I’m never alone. And I believe it—for a while. Because I desperately need it. I need to feel cared for. I need to feel loved. I need the sweet embrace that assures me that I’m not alone. I need the gentle stroking of my hair that relaxes me. I need the caresses that let me forget reality—for a while. Even though I know I’m not alone, I struggle with the Voice that tells me that I am. It lies to me. It tells me I’m weak, selfish, alone. I try to fight back, but it’s pulling me down, weakening my defenses. It has a tight hold on me and I can’t fight it alone. It’s pulling me toward the edge. I try to cry out, but nothing escapes my lips. I desperately try anything and everything to get the attention of someone—anyone. I’m getting closer and closer. Please don’t let me fall! The Voice is pulling me down faster and faster as I struggle to hang on. Please! I need something to hang on to! I need a hand to hold! I need someone to pull me out! I need someone to help me fight back! I finally realize what the Voice is. Fear. Lies. Loneliness. Pain. Anger. Hurt. Help me! It wants to overtake my reality. I try to escape back to my sweet, addictive fantasy, but the Voice is blocking the way. And it pulls me down even further. I try to call out again. Still, nothing comes out. The power of the Voice is too strong. It whispers lies that weaken me. I’m struggling to keep myself from sliding down even further. The Voice whispers to me, telling me to give up. There’s no use in struggling. I’m going to fall off eventually, so why waste time? I refuse. I refuse to let myself plunge back into the darkness. I never want to go back there again. I use the last of my strength in an effort to find you. This time, I’m able to slightly whisper something. “Help me...†I’m almost at the edge now. “Help me.†I’m sliding over the edge now. “Help me!†Can you hear me? Just before I slip over, a hand latches onto mine. Your hand. It pulls me up, out of the darkness. You counter the Voice with your own, telling me how much you care about me, and how I’m never alone. Your voice gives me the strength to fight back against the Voice. I realize it was all lies. The Voice runs away, fearing the power you give me. I finally smile again. Then, you lead me back into my fantasy. My sweet, protected fantasy, where nothing can hurt me, and I’m never alone. You hold me tightly and warmly in your arms. I close my eyes and snuggle in closer. This is my sweet fantasy. (Note From Author: I'm suprised I'm posting my own thread in the Creativity Corner. o_o But I wrote this to show my boyfriend how I felt, and he told me I should post it here. <3 Also, not that anyone actually cares, but it's exactly 500 words long.)
Aw... really powerful... I don't really have any other words to discribe it. 8D8 You did show a lot of feeling in it though, and I could see why your BF would tell you to post it here. ^^ *applause* Lovely job.
