*Thee is no sound but the soft snoring of sleeping children, and the monotonous beating of a large fan. It's night time now, and the woman lies awake, speaking softly into her log.*
That cursed leg still hurts. Yes.. the one I lost. The doctors called it "Phantom pain" or something.. makes it feel like the leg is still there. Hurts like the deuce. I can't sleep. Why? It's gone, but I can still feel it.. it's still nagging at me.. still robbing me of sleep.. still reminding me of when it was there.. still trying to get me to live like it is still there. I can't run away from it no matter how hard I try. I should have known better. I should have known it would still hurt after it was gone. I should have known that it would come back to haunt me. It was a part of me. I can't expect to just lose a part of me and be fine afterward! I need time.. time to heal.. time to learn.. What in the bloody blue blazes was I thinking? I can't erase what's been done. I can't just turn back time and not make the mistakes I made to make me this way. ..but I don't know how I'm ever going to live without-
*She stops abruptly. Her voice, which was becoming increasingly more spirited and desperate, is soft and only somewhat sad when she continues.*
...my leg.
*END*
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That cursed leg still hurts. Yes.. the one I lost. The doctors called it "Phantom pain" or something.. makes it feel like the leg is still there. Hurts like the deuce. I can't sleep. Why? It's gone, but I can still feel it.. it's still nagging at me.. still robbing me of sleep.. still reminding me of when it was there.. still trying to get me to live like it is still there. I can't run away from it no matter how hard I try. I should have known better. I should have known it would still hurt after it was gone. I should have known that it would come back to haunt me. It was a part of me. I can't expect to just lose a part of me and be fine afterward! I need time.. time to heal.. time to learn.. What in the bloody blue blazes was I thinking? I can't erase what's been done. I can't just turn back time and not make the mistakes I made to make me this way. ..but I don't know how I'm ever going to live without-
*She stops abruptly. Her voice, which was becoming increasingly more spirited and desperate, is soft and only somewhat sad when she continues.*
...my leg.
*END*
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