God.

A quick writing exercise I put together that ended up kinda cool. Trigger warning for blood, vomit, and suicide.

It’s silent. God awful silent. Nothing is moving, nothing is breathing.

Am I breathing?

Yes, I think. I am exhaling. Out my mouth. Why is my throat burning? Am I screaming?

Yes.

I can’t hear myself.

I use my remaining air to retch, making my already torn throat sting furiously. My eyes shoot open as the last of the vomit leave my body.

I look down and see mostly blood. I pray it’s mine, but I know it’s not. A great fear wells within me, as I realize I am still alive.

I start to scream again, my prayer for death, but nothing except for the pain in my throat alerts me to my cry.

I can’t hear myself.

I pull my knife out of my pocket.

It’s silent.

I put it to my throat.

It’s God awful silent.

I pull quickly.

It’s God.

He’s silent.

Author's Note

I know it's short, but it was written quickly. Any critique you have would be lovely!!

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Such a powerful subject! Your writing is so magnificently constructed.

[Vumit]

Thank you so much!

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome my friend