Voices in the walls - by Nimmatula Abdulsalami

_Shhhhh... I Heard Myself_ Shhhhhh, whispers weave a deadly spell,he says behind the walls, "I see you. If you speak, I'll kill you."Days turned into weeks, but it only got worse,If only I could turn back the hands of time to stop it. In the darkness, I want to sink in a bottomless ocean,Drowning and drowning, tears mixing with the salty ocean.Screams spreading across the ocean like ripples on the shore,Shhhhh, I once again shivered, fear's chill running deep once more. In the empty room, I looked around, no one here,But the voices grew deeper, a haunting, mournful tone, "Shhhhh, keep quiet and nobody gets hurt."The voices keep echoing through the walls, a relentless, maddening drone,Suddenly felt colder, even under the thick blanket's suffocating hold. "Shhhhh, step back, step in, keep shut, I hear every minute tick by.""Shhhhh, don't even think about telling anyone, I'll kill you, I'll silence you.""I'll kill you, I'll kill you," the voice grew deeper, a menacing growl,"Deeper than ever," I wanted to get out of the room, but the door seems far away, a distant, fading light. I screamed, but nobody heard my screams, lost in the void,I didn't want to be heard, so the more I screamed, the more my voice dies down.I feel disgusted, used, abused, like a shattered, broken thing.I hate myself, I hate myself, the weight of shame crushing me. I want to be free, the shackles are heavy, weighing me down,It hurts my body, aches my soul. I want to be free, but I can't, trapped in this endless night.I'm a coward, that's what I am, a whispered secret, a hidden truth."Speak," I hear that tiny voice say to me, a gentle breeze in the storm. "Shhhhh," it grew louder, a deafening roar, "No, no, no, I can't speak,"I tell the tiny voice. "You'll never get out of this endless pain, this living hell.""Speak!" it grew louder, a command, a demand, "Shhhh, I'll kill you," a threat, a promise. Cough, cough, its grip tightens my neck, a vice-like hold,I can't breathe, my lungs burning. My eyes become blurry, a fading light."I told you to keep quiet," the voice got louder, a scream, a shout.Gasping for air, I held on to my neck, a desperate, futile grasp,I want to let go and just sink, disappear into the darkness.I want to sink, to be free from this pain, this weight.But this little flash of light keeps breaking into my eyes, a beacon, a guiding star. "Speakkk," it shouted, a voice, a command. I gasped for air immediately,My eyes wide open, a newfound awareness. "Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on,"a mantra, a prayer. "Shut it, keep quiet," ahhh, "keep quiet, it burns," a searing pain.The light burns, a fierce, wild flame. Shut up. I'll hold on, I'll find a way.I pulled out my hands and reached out to the light, a lifeline, a rope.Everything became so bright, a radiant glow. I felt free, unshackled.The shackles disappeared into thin air, a weight lifted, a burden borne.I'm free. I chose to be free. Let go of the pain, the weight, the shame."You'll only sink into the bottomless ocean," a warning, a caution."Hold on. Just hold on," a plea, a prayer.

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