I want to tell the truth, but no matter how many times I try, the words won’t come out. I’m mute. No matter how hard I try, I can’t break the promise I made that day.
I was walking down the deserted street as part of my dare but I heard some screams deep inside the jungle. I went towards the noise. When I encountered a vicious crime, I was hell-bent on bringing justice to that innocent girl. They murdered and raped that immature girl in front of me.
They reeked of alcohol and the monsters I was witnessing were void of remorse. They didn't even know the girl in front of them was dead and they were stroking the corpse. The girl died with the horrifying screams that parched her throat and soul.
Suddenly, the twig beneath me twitched and they were on alert.
I hid behind the tree, my breathing heavy and my vision clouded with tears. They found me. I swear they had strong senses.
“You were not supposed to see that”-- one of them barked.
“Seems like we've one more meat to devour ”-- the other howled.
They wickedly cackled and smirked.
“Please, please leave me. I've done nothing to you. Please spare me”-- I begged.
Crying and begging those monsters to spare me was the toughest task.
I guess one of them recognized me, I don't know how.
I was in a wailing trance, wishing and hoping and praying for my life.
They told me if I keep my mouth shut and won't tell this to anybody they wouldn't touch me and would spare me.
Even in the haze, I hesitated to say yes because that would mean I'm saving these monsters.
They sensed the energy shift and one of them was coming towards me in the slow strides.
My whole life flashed before me. As I felt the presence of the monster approaching me, I knew I had to make a decision: to remain silent and save my own life, or to speak out and potentially risk it.
I knew that speaking out would be a risk, but at the same time, I was afraid of the consequences I would face if I stayed silent. In the end, I decided it was best to make a deal with the devil and hope that it would protect me from any harm.
In the end, I gave my word and said out loud, "MY LIPS ARE SEALED".
It can be difficult to cope with the guilt of not being able to live up to one's own expectations, especially when that person had been so motivated and determined in the past. The feeling of being trapped in a life that's no longer fulfilling can be overwhelming, and it can be hard to find a way out. It’s been 2 weeks since this happened and I already dreaded my choice and attempt to save myself. My death would have been easier than living up to this word. I wish for my speedy demise. I hate that I can't break those 4 words that destroyed me.
