100 Words - Escape

man on street

I just wanted to escape. Now the bodies are piling up. Each one another lifetime of sorrow. What price must I, no they, pay for my freedom? Long roads to nowhere to hide. Will I be forgotten? Become invisible? They voices say no.

I am a guilt-based life form. I can never forgive myself for what I’ve done. I expect no forgiveness from others. Least of all, the voices.

They told me everything would be OK. That what I was doing was right. For the greater good. I knew they were lying, but couldn’t resist. The voices are too strong.