voice of the dead

i) there were deep purple rings around her eyes. rings upon rings, in fact, so dark that they looked like bruises.

ii) she was always crouched in the corner, that little girl. she rocked back and forth, staring blankly forward through her sunken eyes, whispering words that no one could ever hear. her parents desperately tried to talk to her, to make her look at them and smile and laugh like she used to. but she never really heard them.

iii) she scratched her arms, over and over and over, clawing tiny little scrapes across her skin with her nails. her fingers never stopped moving – they grouped the lines together like morbid little tally marks. some got old and faded, but they were quickly covered with fresh ones, short pink lines that seemed to scream for help more than her voice ever could.

iv) there was a very special lady that came to talk to her one day. she crouched down next to the rocking girl and spoke quietly, soothingly, talking about mundane things like the weather and the state of the economy – things that the little girl never really understood. so the words just washed over her.

v) when she had talked about nothing for long enough, the woman asked why are you scratching your arms? and the little girl froze, her breathing becoming shakier. her fingers clenched, scraping four more lines deep into her skin. a tear dripped down her face.

the dead, she whispered after a pause. her voice was barely more than a breath. i’m counting the dead.

the very special lady swallowed, looking at the girl’s scar filled arms, at her incessantly moving fingers, at her tortured, sunken eyes. she opened her mouth. she closed it. she swallowed again.

i’m counting them, she breathed again. i’m counting the dead, i’m counting you, i’m counting the dead…

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. deliciouslypsychotic
    Jan 05, 2012 @ 19:27:41

    I absolutely love this. It’s simple and yet so truly creepy. I like the detail of your characters and that neither has a name. I also really like the way you describe things, it leaves such an impression. I’d be honored if you would look at my blog papercanyons.wordpress.com I have not posted many stories yet but I think you may like the 2 existing (one being more comedic, one being darker). Thank you so very much for sharing!

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    • aprilwednesday
      Jan 05, 2012 @ 20:50:10

      Thank you so much! I checked out your blog – ‘Buried’ is an awesome little vignette, so creepy and reminiscent of the ghost stories I used to hear at slumber parties. Plus I’ve always liked that concept of the bell with the string, it’s so morbid. Are you planning on posting more stories? I’d love to see them :)

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  2. deliciouslypsychotic
    Jan 07, 2012 @ 20:09:04

    I am! I used to write one at least once a week when I was in high school and deeply miss it.

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