Don't Speak to Me
Ficlets and Ficly survivor, FicMom, and Mistress of Well-Intentioned Indecision and Goddess of Unrequited Love. @ElshaHawk @HawkandYoung
You know what? Don't speak to me. I'll only manipulate you and poison you with my words. My hurts fester and are infectious. They spew from me in fits of rage.
I can't let you in. What's lurking inside of me is the ugliest monster you've ever seen. It's nasty, with huge claws and fangs. It will eat your heart out. You will die.
My love will draw you in, I'll tell you that I am in awe of you and I think about you constantly. It's true. I do and I will.
That very love will grow possessive and jealous. It will smother you and turn you against me. It will accuse you of abandonment and then ask you to prove your feelings.
It will manipulate you into telling me what I want to hear, that I am special, that I am awesome, that I am someone to be respected and feared.
But it will make you hate me when I get mad at you for things not your fault. It will first poison me, then it will poison you.
So don't speak to me. Leave me alone. Tell me to hush and to stay back. You don't need this pain.
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I see this monster in the mirror too. It's almost funny that as kind and generous and lovable I can be, there is a monster there waiting.