Entry 201: Echo: The Quiet

Scratching and clawing

BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!

The whispers gnawing at my mind

Many at a time!

One by one they’d grown silent

The Quiet silences all one whisper came

The Quiet tears apart your soul…

…Slowly…

The Quiet has a name

Though…

You’ll never learn it

Until it has overtaken you

Pray you never know the name

Though you will

Inevitably

The Quiet takes everyone…

I kept peeling at my flesh

I couldn’t stop

I was lost in twisted thoughts

Not sure what was real

Only that

Death would have me soon

Or perhaps it had

I don’t remember much

I’ve clearly gone

MAD!!!!!

Why can’t I stop?!

Why won’t it end?!

WHY AM I SCRATCHING?????!!!!!

AGAIN AND AGAIN?????!!!!!

I can see veins

My skin is clearly gone

I bleed…

HAHA!

YES!

I BLEED MORE AND MORE!

I see the dark blood

Falling to the floor!

I LIKE IT!

I LIKE RIPPING AT THE CORDS

BENEATH MY SKIN

I LOVE LOSING MY THOUGHTS

DO I EVEN HAVE A FAMILY?!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

The fleshy bits are gone

The red is all that is left

RED AND CORDS! RED AND CORDS!

KEEP RIPPING AND TEARING!

THE PAIN IS GOOD!

A piece of me screams inside

Telling me to stop

Yet I must continue

I am compelled to do so

I have to…

That’s what it wants…

The Quiet tells all

Arm is not enough

MUST RIP THE FLESH FROM MY FACE!!!!!

FIND A MIRROR TO THE SOUL

RIP THE SKIN OFF SLOWLY

NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THAT FACE

GO ON! GET GOING!!!!!!!

Finding a mirror I broke off a piece

I CARVED SLOWLY!

No more whispers

No more pain

The Quiet has overtaken my brain

The silence says many things

GO ON KEEP CUTTING!

MORE BLOOD IS A GOOD THING!

From the darkness and the silence I hear…

…My Name?…

-Echo: The Quiet-