Aste

Here's a Peice of an old sotry i was writing. I thought this part was kinda interesting.

“Sometimes I wonder why I’m even here.” Her voice was soft yet glinted with an icy anger. “Why have I come to all this? Why am I sitting here on some random guy’s couch with no reason for any off it?”

‘It’s simple my dear.’ A hoarse unfamiliar voice whispered reverberating inside her fragile skull.

”But it’s not simple, all off this…” She motioned to the door across from her, “And all of him. It isn’t that complicated? How couldn’t it?”

‘You are here because I allow you to be here, to reside in my body. If It wasn’t for me then you’d of died by now by some natural force or not.’

The anger in her voice heightened and her voice was no longer soft, “This is me. I’m here because of what I’ve done. Not because of some insane impulse that really is no part of what I really am, That this is not because of you or him or anyone else but because of me. Because of the decisions I’ve made. Because of all this. It’s all my fault and no one else’s and it never will be anyone’s fault but my own how-“

‘You’re rambling my dear.’ Plain, simple, Detached.

“And maybe I really am the result of this pain and… You who are you?”

‘Mmm I was wondering when you’d ask. To tell you the truth I’m not sure I really want to tell you. I mean I have no incentive to-‘

”Tell Me.” Her voice held a new tone of anger, none like she had ever felt before. It was so… Different, so out of her character to sound like that, to say such harsh brittle words.

‘Mmm No. You’re being so rude Caddie, It’s so unlike you.’

“I Said tell me or I’ll do something you’ll regret.” Her voice held the same steady fury.

‘Like what? What /can/ you do to a simple apparition of sound that dwells in your head, with no name no definite voice or shape. What can you do Caddie? NOTHING.’ The last words sharpness was definite and Caddie had trouble telling if weather the voice was resonating from within her skull or if it had really been there.

“I…” The anger faded quickly into to doubt, into fear that she had been wrong and into the overwhelming feeling of helplessness that made her heavy with guilt.

The voice snickered yet Caddie did nothing. What could she do? She did all that she could. What was left for her to do but exist and then, later, die.

The streams came slowly at first, stealing there way down the smooth pale curves. Then the streams grew more consistent and eventually, were rapids. A heavy flow of emotion and no limit could impede its furious ambition.

It smiled. Caddie could feel its glee, its sheer pleasure in her misery and in the unimaginable hell it had twisted and formed for her. ‘Don’t cry now, things could always be worse.’ The sinister voice hissed sharply.

“Don’t say that, Things can’t be worse... Not the way I am now. Nothing could be more abject then this living hell of a life you’ve created for me.”

‘I could always make him leave.’ It whispered cruelly and far too softly. ‘I know you wouldn’t appreciate that my dear. But then again I kind of like him. I like it when you hurt him.’

“Nooo. Not Him. Please not him.” She whined. The tears that had previously faded began to make small puddles in the corners of her eyes. “I love him just please… don’t-“

‘You don’t love him.’ The voice hissed, ‘You love how he treats you. You love what he does for you. You could never love him.”

“I do love him.” She stated plainly, the small pools building up until the left in small rivulets, creeping down ever so slowly. “I really do. I Don’t care what you say or how you feel. I love him.”

“Aww How precious. You think you know what love is don’t you. Well Doll I’m afraid there isn’t such a thing. It’s affection and lust, That’s all your ideals of love really are.” His voice was darker, more sinister than before. As if it has been feeding of her negative emotions.

“It’s not Lust.” She insisted, “It’s…” She was breaking down, she’d never had to describe Love before. She felt uneasy. “You’re lying!”