Title: Ephervant Author: Mana Mostatabi Rating: PG Genre: Short Story/Drama/Angst E-Mail: [email protected] Website: http://www.moonserenade.net Author's Note: This is just a little character portrayal of... actually... I'm not going to say who. You can interpret it and have it be about whomever you want it to be about. Well read on and enjoy! ------- I don't want this. I don't need this. This isn't me. Some people think that what I have is so great. Maybe you've dreamed of having what I have. Well here you go. You can have it. I don't want any of it. They tell me of a past I don't remember. A future I'll never know. No matter what I do it's a consequence of the past and the only thing that will keep alive the future. What about the present? Doesn't that count? Guess not. Not much does matter anyway. This is a life I don't want. All I want is to be me. What am I now is nothing but a lie. A lie. They say this is the REAL me. How would they know? They've never met me. Hell, have I ever met me? I can't lose sight of what I am. Every breath in my body screams for me to run. Run from these people who lie to me. Even my reflection lies. What I see, what lies just beyond that glass, is a figure mocking me. You're not real. Not real. Maybe. I'm not real. They've taken away my reality. Given me a life I don't want to understand. I don't care about destiny. I don't care about fate. Maybe what I want is to whine over a stubbed toe. Stress over a blown-out tire. Sing along with a song on the radio. But I can't. I guess that's the price of perfection. No room to fail. Failure is choice. Choice is freedom. Freedom is life. But not for me. I have no room to fail. I have no room for life. |