The Daily Tot 5/30/22

The Whispers _____________

What did they mean? It was so confusing. The whispers of course, they kept coming kept telling them- They seemed to wait till you forgot about them, before whispering again, that they knew your secret, they knew, they knew, they knew. They were unreliable. They never came in the cloak of night, where you expect things to hide, where you will always secretly thing monsters lurk in the corners. No. These whispers, they came in broad daylight, in the little shadows. Night came with dreams, of shadowy creatures chasing her, of a sudden blinding light that consumed the world ever so slowly each time. These recurring dreams were not as bad as the whispers which tortured us. There would be no escape from the voices that live in your own mind. The only solace was knowing that the whispers could not speak to anyone else, could not tell anyone else the secret. That was before they grew stronger, before they began to eat away at her mind like doubt. Then the little lies became harder to keep, as the truth pricked like icy cold needles. Then the shadows were always dancing at the edge of her vision, threatening. The whispers began to coalesce until they were on strong voice always urging her to tell the truth. It made it harder to go past the barriers. It made it harder to hide. Always, hiding was most important. No one could know, not ever. Or they would wonder why she hadn't done something. Why she hadn't stopped it.