Argument

"You're wrong, you know." The Voice spoke out.


He hung his head in shame. He wasn't entirely sure the Voice was correct, but it was better not to argue with it sometimes. Those times, it was better just to let the Voice speak its negativity and then let it all go. 


And sometimes the Voice couldn't be silenced. 


"She isn't going to be with you. She doesn't really love you. She is just playing a game with your heart. You will never find the happiness you seek...." the Voice continued on, but he droned it out. He really didn't want to listen to this negativity, but it was hard not to. The words spoken rang true. But in his heart he didn't believe what was said. He felt that he knew her better.


He had decided to trust her, and all that meant. That was the crazy thing about loving someone, you opened yourself to them, to their whims, their wiles. No one could hurt you like the one you loved. They knew all your soft spots, all your vulnerable places, they knew what hurt you the most, and what you were afraid of. 


He tried to never speak in anger because of this fact. Maybe that was what brought about the Voice. He never remembered any particular date that it showed up, it was just there one day, one of his dark days. It was all the negativity and spite of the world. According to it, he was never good enough, he would never be successful, and he was always wasting his time being nice to people. 


"You are a failure, you are nothing. No one loves you, no one wants to be with you. You are better off dead, and if you lack the guts to kill yourself, then you deserve to be alone in your misery." the Voice was on a roll now. It was winding down, but the words still stung. 


He remembered the words of a song he had once heard "Words can relay nice, they can cut you open. And Silence surrounds you and haunts you." Sometimes it was the words spoken that caused the Voice to rant, and sometimes it was the silence. The silence at night always brought the Voice. That was when it was strongest. That was when he had no defense against the Voice. 


He didn't want to believe the Voice, he knew it was just lying to him, that if he believed it, he wouldn't be any better, but worse. He hoped for a better future, and tried his best to ignore the Voice. It was hard, it was a constant struggle, one that he barely won somedays. But he knew that if he ever lost, then he would be lost forever. And so he struggled on. 


Sometimes, though, the voice spoke enough of the truth as to confuse him. Those days were the hardest. It was easy to feel sorry for himself and listen to what the Voice had to say, but he managed to break free. Most of the time it was with the help of others. Some of these people had no idea what they were doing. 


The Voice was quiet now. For now. 










And he found that the Silence haunted him as much as the Voice tormented him. Maybe he was cursed.