Noisy Nothings
They make their arrival outside my window, on the roof, inside the walls. Tapping. Scratching. I can hear them, I know they're there, but they're not there, and I know that too. So I ignore them, or at least I try.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
They don't exist, but they're so loud. Louder than the senseless music blasting in my ears. They work their way through the noise and into my brain.
Tap.
Tap.
Bloody tapping.
Bloody scratching.
And then it stops, everything at the same time. My Ipod dies and the noises come to a startling halt. I look towards the window and feel as if they're going to come bursting through at any moment, sending shards of glass across the room to cut my face. But nothing happens for a very long time. My heart quickens. I'm working myself into a panic. And just when I feel as if I'm about to burst the tapping starts again. For a moment I'm relieved, but then, once again, I'm scared.
"Are you coming in?"
'Yes.'
"When?"
'Soon.'
And then I'm relieved because I know it'll all be over soon.
And then I'm terrified because I know it'll hurt.
And then I'm mad because I know they think I deserve it.
And then I'm sad because I know I deserve it.
And then... well... and then I'm just scared again.
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