Nobody Knows (standard:mystery, 1874 words)
Author: T-Dog	Added: Mar 04 2003	Views/Reads: 3440/2359	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
It's a story about the soul.

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She cautiously sits on the side of the bed unsure of what she might find
and begins to think that perhaps the demons in her mind are real.   
Perhaps she has crossed that thin-line – is she in the middle of 
something? – is she having a breakdown? - and tears fall slowly down 
her face as she sits with this thought or perhaps reality. 

She re-accounts the events of the recent past as there have been a few
inexplicable experiences that have happened in such a short period of 
time.  She finds herself faced with issues she never thought she would 
be required to explore within her mind, within her soul and within her 
heart.  Desperately, she has been seeking to make sense of it all, as 
she knows this has come to her for a reason.  But, she has no more 
strength or energy left – she's tired, she's hungry, she's angry, and 
she's lonely – it's late. 

She continues to battle herself in her head and continues to be upset
with herself, while sitting on the edge of the bed.  She says to 
herself;  “Stop being so irrational, so emotional, stop being this way, 
stop thinking so much, stop feeling so much, just stop with all the 
fairytale dreams, just stop and will all the wants and desires away, 
just stop with this constant spinning in your head, just stop it, NOW!  
She exclaims in herself - Get-up off this bed and go see, then you'll 
know one way or the other so then maybe tonight you will get some 
needed rest – go make this a reality and end this charade-  use the 
brain that has been given to you.” 

Then at once, she begins to head towards her bedroom door approaching
the narrow hallway ahead of her.  She slowly steps through the doorway 
to peer down the hall only to find a picture lying in the middle of the 
floor.  She's thinking to herself that she's not loosing her mind and 
she's clear as to why she has been abruptly awakened and begins to feel 
that there is a connection to this picture and her dream. 

The sound of the forceful crash she heard came at the exact moment of
truth to be told in her dream and now it's laying on her floor in 
reality, or so her thoughts and feelings have taken her here without 
warning and she recognizes this. 

She scans the hallway walls with a quick glance and sees that all the
other pictures are just as she remembered them.  She's finding it hard 
to go towards that picture lying on the floor as if it holds some 
secret message or understanding, yet she can't dismiss it. 

She begins to walk slowly towards the picture on the floor and kneels
down to see if the glass is broken.  Her head hangs low and her long 
brown hair covers her eyes while she stares downward.  She takes a deep 
breath while she moves her hand over her forehead pushing back her hair 
to see that the glass is still in one piece. She's relieved.  The next 
part made her paralyzed for a moment, before she was to learn what was 
coming next. 

She wants to turn over the glass to see what Japanese kanji character
lay face down on the hallway floor.  She is scared and hesitant to look 
but knows she's going to see.  She turns it over to find the artworks 
meaning to represent that of – “Happiness.” 

Her body becomes lifeless feeling defeated, shedding tears while holding
“Happiness” in her hands.  She just sits in her hallway with the 
darkness of night and the quiet that it brings.  She doesn't know what 
to think or feel but just cries for a brief moment and then finds a 
smile that somehow makes it easier to take.  She slowly raises her eyes 
upward to see that part of the picture still remains hung on the wall. 

She sleeps no more that evening and lay quietly in the dark. She speaks
out to the darkness around her in the hopes that it will speak back to 
her.  She says – “Was it happiness that you were afraid of sweetness – 
was that it? Or was that me?” 

A few days later she fixes her picture with much care and states “Half
of happiness once lay on the floor and the other part still sits on the 
wall – they are now back together again – but for how long?”  She 
purposefully hangs “Happiness” back on the wall that afternoon and goes 
on with her day. 

Nightfall comes upon her once again and her good friend stays the night
to allow her some solace and a peaceful-nights sleep as he knows she's 
been troubled as of late.  She finds the nightmares to have left her 
mind tonight and feels comfort with the presence of her friend and his 
pup who discretely keep her company. 

She wakes before dawn this morning lying there alone and warm as she has
done countless times. She is not up to par due to a restless sleep but 
glad that some rest was granted to her that past evening.  She begins 
to fall in and out of consciousness and dreams random things as the 
early morning light begins to break through the dark purple velvet 
drapes that hang in her window.  Her mind wonders to him again but this 
time it's a beautiful, simple vision like so many others she's had 
before.  She allows those pleasant feelings and visions to linger as 
she slowly wakes-up to begin her day. 

When her friend comes in the room much later that morning to see if
she's alright, he mentions to her that he found – “Happiness” - lying 
on the floor when he woke up this morning on his way to the washroom. 

She laid there and laughs but as he turns to leave, her eyes suddenly
begin to fill with tears and she becomes saddened and feeling empty 
again by this occurrence, she looks blankly at the ceiling. 

Since then, several days have past and she is ready to repair the
picture of “Happiness” yet once again.  She takes extra care this time 
to ensure the security of the picture so it doesn't break into two 
pieces anymore.  It doesn't look as perfect as it once did but she's 
not concerned with that, as she gently places “Happiness” back on the 
wall. 

She's come to this soulfulness... 

“- Nobody knows, Nobody sees, Nobody knows but me.” 

...And the lovely ladies sing. 

A Short Story - Nobody knows - T-LS/22003 


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