I feel somebody grab my hand as i stand on the precipice.
-Have hope -they say.
But there is no hope .There never can be when all i ever hear is silence and the empty sound of my own thoughts bashing against the side of my skull.
But it's alright.They're getting quieter now. Soon when my body dissents and my feet walk the line of my weak resistance,my beliefs will crumble.The last remaining pieces of my soul will fall down and crash with me.Then the dull thrumming will return.But l will be alright,for ill no longer hear it.It will be forever persistent in the hearts of those who have once loved me.Then the thrumming will turn into screams of agony as my soul burns at the sentence of satan.The screams will haunt them forever as punishment for being weak enough.For giving their heart to someone who will never return.
-"Stop talking.You know nothing.The light in your eyes is nothing but an artificial attempt at making things better.Nothing more than a lure to lead me astray."
-" We'll talk when you grow older".
I don't want to grow older.Is my opinion really that invalid just because i still call myself a child?Is my silence truly what makes you happy? if so than i'll obey you .I won't utter a single word again.Niether one of dissent or one of loyalty .I'll stand by you in your hardest times but will never try to make it better.Until of course i grow old.Then you'll be left by yourself. Forever peaceful.
She hummed softly as she delicately moved the curtain and pushed her head in between the folds of fabric.It was there like it always has been.A subltly shining figure hovering between the shore line and the horizon.The lighthouse.What it was about it that made it so special she didnt know. She just knew that seeing timid somehow alive quivering light in the distance,was just as comforting as any other way people would seek trust.Every day looking at the tiny light after she came back from school ,made her have hope for the next day. Have hope that even if not for her this tiny light would always shine.