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Fragile State of Mind

Short Story

By Reagan JensenPublished 6 years ago 3 min read

I could feel him watching, waiting… as I stood there with my eyes fixed upon the ground. There was nothing but silence between us, nothing but a lost look on my face; engulfed by the reality of things. My own nightmare. I could feel a slight breeze gently trickle its way across the surface of my skin. I looked up then, to find him staring at me with a blank but yet stern look on his face. My lips quivered ever so slightly as I tried to find the right words, our eyes interlocking as if he could see deep within my soul. “I know the truth” he quietly spoke. Looking away for a brief moment and then back up at him, only a fraction of pain beamed from my eyes as I responded “You’re wrong”. Unaffected by what I had said, he shook his head slightly back and forth continuing on “You can’t free yourself from this corrupted thought because a part of you knows it to be true. It will take over, from that very moment the doubt ignited itself. You do not fit that mold. You’re independence drives you into a life of solitude”. I scoffed at him, feeling his words pierce their way through my heart. The resentment building its way up, the anger emerging, you could hear the pain in my voice “No, it’s not, it can’t be. Besides, that was then, this is now”. He took a step closer, reaching his hand out to cup my face. I quickly turned away but he grabbed me gently, slowly pulling my face towards his. Our eyes met once again and at that moment I held my breath. He spoke with manipulative wisdom, the tone in his voice never changing “Why do you remain in a fist full of lies? It is in your blood and you know that, so don’t try and change something you cannot”. My breathing quickened, I could feel the knots in my stomach intensify, I tried to be strong, but the tears slowly filled my eyes. Feeling his hurtful words bury themselves deep within my mind. “This is so much different, can you not feel it?”. He ran his fingers across my cheek, the disappointment showing itself upon his face, but I could see the deceit screaming in his beautiful eyes. “Stop trying to fight it. You know why you were put here, and to see you completely intertwined by these remote feelings makes me second guess your true abilities. You’re blinded by this foolishness”. My body felt numb by his touch, he was corrupting every thought and feeling. Squeezing my eyes shut in confusion, attempting to block out every negative aspect that tried to drown me in doubt and sorrow. But I felt it spread throughout every corner of my mind, unable to break free from such tragedy a tear ran down the side of my face as I tried to pull away from him, but in turn, he only held me tighter. I couldn’t bring myself to scream at him but he could hear the pain in my voice as I said “Don’t do this to me, not now”. Although my eyes remained shut I could see him smiling with empowerment. He leaned in then, feeling his breath against my neck, my body began to shake as his intoxicating words quietly whispered “You are not meant to feel this way. You know what needs to be done”. I could feel every touch, every word slowly slip through the cracks of my already damaged heart, as if it were a poison filling my veins, I felt weak, my mind clouded; delusional. He slowly brought me to my knees as I whispered back in sheer disbelief “This can’t be happening”. Hearing the heart wrenching weakness upon my voice he let my body go as I fell onto my side. The tears streamed down my face; silently sobbing to myself I stumbled with my words “No… please, no”. Standing over me, he smiled that deceitful smile. His face had iniquity written all over it. He knew he was winning. Slowly taking over, I felt the flame within myself dim. He was the one thing holding me together and the one thing that was tearing me apart. I just couldn’t escape.

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Reagan Jensen

Canadian writer posting short stories and quotes all formed within my vast mind.

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