The Corpses In Her Closet

She always had the world on her side no matter what. Bright and young she took everything head on. She was unstoppable and very, very lucky. Such a lucky girl had no cares, or worries. She walked around like she was in a good dream, soaking up the suns rays that powered her, and made her so strong. She never feared what she didn’t know because everything in her world was sunshine. There was no such thing as shadows.

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She lived like that for a very long time, but like everything in the universe she grew. Each year brought her new insight into the things around her, but not all of those things were good. Death, destruction, pain were things she never heard of, but morbid curiosity got the best of her, and she wanted more.

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Her world started to change as well. It was weakening with age, and this made her very sad. Her world found that it couldn’t protect her from the reality it never wanted her to see, and sometimes she ignored its warnings about her growing curiosity, brushing it off like it meant nothing at all. She spent night after night far away from her world, and its dimming sunshine. She just wasn’t the same anymore.

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Her world was scared at what she became, and she hated her world for trying to suffocate her with love she didn’t feel anymore. She yelled at her world, and said she didn‘t need it, and didn‘t want it in her life. That was it, her worlds heart broke, and she watched without blinking as it crumbled around her. A new feeling of regret hit her. She cried and cried, and tried her hardest to glue her world back together with the little compassion she had left, but it was no use.

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She stared at the mess for hours on end finally letting go of her last shred of hope, and let the darkness envelope her. For her, the transition was painless since she had no emotions. She welcomed her inner demons with opened arms, and let them lay in her bed when she couldn’t sleep. They pampered her and took care of her like her world used too. They worked for her everyday, so she never would have to lift a finger again, and if one got out of hand it was immediately punished. Her demons hated her for making them work so hard to keep her content. She was an overbearing tyrant and they were her low-life slaves.

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Her favorite hobby was collecting secrets. She had so many of them in her closet that it soon became overcrowded. She checked them daily making sure none of them tried to escape her iron grasp, and if one did, it was tortured until it obeyed. She didn’t want them to leave, but she did enjoy torturing them. Soon her little hobby turned into obsession, and then into madness. She never wanted to leave the closet because her secrets were so tricky, and unstoppable, just like her.

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Even though she was still as strong as before, her luck ran out when she let the darkness take her over, and one day she looked away from the closet because she thought for a moment she saw the sun in her window. Her demons took advantage of her distraction, and grabbed her arms. They told the secrets to run as she thrashed and screamed like a wild animal. The ghost of her former self was cowering in a corner begging to disappear.

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Her demons placed her on the bed when she became quiet, and as still as stone. One handed her favorite blade to her from the vanity. She looked at her cold black eyes in the steel, and shivered. Then she smiled brightly and her demons clapped and cheered for her impending demise. She was also elated at the thought of finally finding a way out of her personal hell.

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She placed the blade at a long blue vein running under the thin skin of her wrist. She looked up into the hungry eyes of her demons, and heard all her secrets celebrating their freedom in the streets, and as she slid the blade down the length of her arm, she felt unstoppable and oh so lucky.