Your Fault, My Fault, Whose Fault?
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I felt the cold from the rain run through me, freezing in every part of my body before settling in my chest like an icy stone, weighing me down.
Gone, gone, gone.
Where will I go?
Night had crept up on me while it was raining, so i hadn't noticed it until too late. Night was always trying to trick me like that, getting smarter every day too. Or was I growing less observant?
Drip, drip, drip.
Am I gone yet?
I watched as the ripples from the raindrops made intricate patterns in the puddles at my feet. I smiled slightly at the unexpected beauty the puddles had been withholding from a world too busy to notice.
Smile, smile, smile.
Pretend everything is as it should be.
But it wasn't as it should be, was it? Is it? Why would she tell me to do that when we both knew it wasn't okay? Nothing had been alright for a long while. Not that i had any concept of time anymore.
Lie, lie, lie.
Lie, and do as you're told.
The voice grew louder, but i refused to give it the satisfaction of notification again. I could tell it enjoyed this. I sang:
'Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day.'
My voice echoed around the empty street. Of course I didn't really want the rain to go away. It was friendly, greeting me cheerfully like an old acquaintance.
I quietly apologised, explaining it was only a song. I felt guilty.
Bad, bad, bad.
You drive them all away, don't you?
No, I do not. They drive themselves.
You can't keep anything to yourself, can you?
I am not conversing with the devil again. I count the goosebumps on my bare arms.
Do you not regret it? You know you are entirely to blame.
The rain was my friend, but it was beginning to grow so cold it was painful. I huddled deeper into my corner, bringing all my limbs into myself. Becoming as small as possible.
Awful, awful, awful.
Are you listening to me? Do you not care?
Shut up! I care. Stop trying to hurt me! I do not need this.
Hurt, hurt, hurt.
You hurt them. Look how selfish you have become!
I closed my eyes, pressing my palms to my ears. But it would not go away.
C'mon. You know you want to talk to me...
No, no, no! Leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you. It was never my fault! Please, never!
Ugh, no wonder they left.
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Yeah that is kind of what it is about. The character, who is homeless, is sitting in a doorway in the rain and she keeps hearing the voice in her head, it being her conscience or maybe her other personality, im not sure, and it is blaming her for having driven everyone, friends and family away.
If that makes sense?