A Short Story About Finding Peace

Wallowing in self pity and staring at a cesspool of anger, frustration and disgust, she sits wondering how she got here. The light on the wall has been flickering for hours but the bulb is brand new. She yells angrily at it as if it can hear her. Her screams are cries for help and an attempt to undo the many past mistakes she's made throughout her short life - the ones that brought 'them'. "When is enough, enough?" she cries. "When will this pain go away? When will I be done re-paying all my sins?"

Her life is not one of wants or desires for she has most everything she needs. She has a home, a family, a nice vehicle, an income and the pets to compliment it all perfectly. Shes a pretty woman - not beautiful, but pretty - possessing long, brown hair with just a touch of curl and dark brown, sultry eyes that seem to see right through to the soul of a person. Her skin is olive toned, but fair, and while her body isn't that of a young woman any longer, she still has enough shape to make her mildly attractive to the opposite sex. She should be content in her life and with herself, but feels the nagging awareness of something not right. This night of angst has been coming on for some time now, and as hard as she has tried to fight it, the night envelopes her like a veil of darkness.

The light is still flickering as she curls herself into a fetal position in the middle of the hardwood bedroom floor. Tears of urgency fall from her eyes as she rocks back and forth screaming "PLEASE STOP YELLING!! PLEASE LET ME BE!! MAKE THE VOICES STOP!" She had tried seeing a doctor about them, but he only suggested medication. She is against medication unless absolutely necessary for survival. He urged counseling but she can't understand how trying to explain what's going on to someone else when she had no idea herself could possibly help. She resorts to begging God for forgiveness and mercy. She asks Him to please grant her peace. She begs the voices in her head to stop tormenting her and let her mind rest. If only I could stop the voices, perhaps I could make sense of the emotions, she thinks.