The wave of disbelief washed over her once again. She felt her breath catch in her throat, and fought desperately to focus on her surroundings. A lie. The worst kind of truth. She had asked the question. She had not realised the impact of the answer.
It had never been perfect. At best it had been fun, the giddy pleasure of being wanted, desired. She had been lonely, an emptiness carved by loss longing to be filled. Tired of being brave, she had welcomed his apparent strength, and had gradually succumbed to his words, his will. So gradually, she was unaware of her isolation until it had surrounded her completely. Family ignored, friends no longer calling.
“This is your family now,” he told her. “We are all that matter.”
She had begun to melt away, a snapshot blurred by drops of poison. The vibrant hair, the vivid make-up, the laughter, the childish joy, slowly wiped into a muddy sludge.
And with it, the constant accusations of lies. If she spoke, she lied. If she stayed silent, she lied by omission. She felt her grip on reality weakening, began turning ever inward.
Until she found the bag.
At first, she couldn’t make sense of it. She put it back, and left it there for days. Then opened it once more.
And then summoned the courage to ask him.
He told her.
And her world flipped over once more.

About Thewitch

Nikki is a half centenarian, an eternal teenager, and mother of four geniuses. In her previous incarnation, she was a famous Parisian courtesan, and witch, thus explaining her habit of talking to the moon in french. Due to her inability to control her thought/speech processes, she writes about life, love, laughter and anything else that happens to spill out. Those of a strong constitution can read more on her About page.

16 responses »

  1. I really like this! You did a great job of conveying her feelings. On some level we have all been there at one time or another. And of course, now I want to know what’s in the bag??? 🙂

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  2. I think I know what’s in the bag, based on previous posts. “So gradually, she was unaware of her isolation until it had surrounded her completely. Family ignored, friends no longer calling.” Unfortunately, I know several people who went through something similar. They didn’t recognize it as abuse until they started telling people outside their circle what was happening. Then they realized how manipulative it was. Hugs to you, Nikki!

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  3. Wow, you have come a long way with your writing Nikki. This post is so powerful. The words have been put together so perfectly that if they were a wall, nothing would be able to knock it down. Very well done.


  4. AWESOMENESS! Right here! I’d gone on here to let you know that I’ve nominated you for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award, but just saw that you’ve already gotten it–not really surprised!! Thanks for what you do, Nikki!!


  5. Oh wow!! Thank you Nance!! Feel like a bit of a fraud sometimes, can’t quite believe that people enjoy my scribblings!! This has made my day!! Thank you so much!! 😀


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