Witch Room

[beautywithanaxe]

Witch Room

 

Tanith had a found the diary by accident. In her temper, caused by her parents who yelled at her for taking the car out at night, she kicked the plastered wall and, in the process, punctured a hole big enough to see in. At first she thought the diary was an old decrepit book, but as she gently pulled it out and read the cover, which said Cynthia Bosworth’s Diary, she knew she had discovered a life on paper.

 

As she slowly opened the diary, she began to read:

 

Dear Diary,

I’m going to write down everything that happened to me. There is

no logic for the incidents I saw or felt. I’m convincing myself they are

all merely hallucinations, dormant for this moment which will lead

to my demise…

 

I stared at the ceiling with thoughts running through my mind. I

wondered if my life was worth something. Sure, I’m doing well in

school, I feel like a robot who is being programmed into something

I should be since life is so limited to what we think is right.

 

I sat up on my bed to take my eyes off the ceiling and my thoughts,

and when I looked around my room, I saw a teddy-bear. There was

nothing un-ordinary about it, but it made me wonder where it had

come from. It wasn’t mine and I hadn’t owned a doll since I was a

child. I would have called out to my brother but he was in the hospital

and anyway I knew it wasn't his. Then I thought of my dad who must

have placed the teddy-bear in my room for decorative reasons to

show that I was still his little girl. I wished he hadn’t because there

seemed to be an evil vibe that radiated from it, it opened up recess

doors of nightmares as I imagined demonic giants roaming the world

to create terror, famine and disease in our already decaying civilization.

 

 

I knew it wasn't looking at me directly, but I couldn’t help to shake off the

feeling that it was still staring at me with its sewn on button eyes which

seemed to be occupied by something alive, as if it were waiting for a

hidden opportunity to show its inner-self. I dug into the drawer next to

my bed and found a pair of scissors. I snipped them open, preparing

myself to cut off its head to kill it. It’s a stupid thought, I know, but it

made sense to me back then even though I knew I would be left with

two inanimate pieces: the head and the body. When I realized this, I

ignored my simple goal and went to bed.

 

I don’t know how long I’ve slept. It could have been hours or minutes.

Either way, I was tired and wide awake. Don’t ask how diary because

I don’t know or, as of matter of fact, care.

 

I was about to be happy when I noticed the teddy-bear. It somehow

drained my happiness and was replaced with depression and misery.

It looked at me directly and, I’m not sure about this, it was smiling.

“What are you smiling about?” I said. “There’s nothing funny. I’ll cut

your head off if you don’t stop smiling.”

 

I walked towards it with my scissors. If I could just kill it, I wouldn’t

hurt anymore. I’d be left alone with serenity throughout my life.

 

“Cynthia.”

 

It was a voice I hadn’t heard in a long time. I spun around and saw

my brother, Darwin, in my bed with the IV hooked up to him.

How could the doctors hurt him by inserting a needle into his hand?

 

“Darwin?” I answered.

 

“Why hadn’t you visited me?”

 

“I was too busy with school and work.”

 

“Oh, okay. Can you keep doing that?”

 

“No, I’m going to see you very soon. I miss you.”

 

“Don’t. I don’t want to see you yet. We’ll see each other soon

anyways. Just don’t give up.”

 

“Don’t visit me yet. Not when your so busy.”

 

“It’s okay. All of that doesn’t matter.”

 

“Please…” I closed my eyes and ignored him. I can still remember

his sad and sincere plea, it hooked onto my heart and I didn’t listen

to what he had to say…

 

Tanith put the diary down on her dresser and rested on her bed. She began to wonder if life was worth living instead of living for it. Then she decided it was. Life was more than a burden of regrets and disappointments; it was what we will see beyond the corner of our turning points in life. Good and bad, they’re the same, there are no differences. With this, Tanith was able to sleep towards the next day.

 

***

 

Her brother was dead and Cynthia couldn't stand his missing presence.

 

 

The nurses did further testing on him and discovered a tumor. During the operation to remove his tumor, they had made one single mistake and he was gone at an instant. Cynthia had never visited him when he was still alive, even when her mother told her to take his teddy-bear to the hospital because he wanted to see them both together. Her conscious was heavy in despair as she thought of how much discomfort he must have had without his teddy-bear. Therefore she slit her wrists with the teddy-bear in her arms.

 

~The End~

 

 

 

 

by someone I love so much...... I just wanted to know if you know what he meant or what are your comments. yup