Creative Writing, Paula

Not Invited

Once again I'm not invited. I thought this happens only when you are a child or a teenager at most. Not at this age. Not again and again and again. Once again I'm not invited. But what if I do have something to say? Who will I tell it to? My alien friend. Will you be my companion, my pal? Will you, dear unknown stranger, stick with me? Just for now - that's all I'm asking for. Together, we can confirm our existence to one another. I need you to do that for me. Confirm me. Comfort me. Be my witness. For I cannot confirm myself. I cannot comfort myself. I need you to do that for me. I need you to be the witness of my last words: For tomorrow I will fall silent. And I will remain silent for the rest of my life. This is my wish.

I'm inviting you to let me guide you through this. For there are rules to be obeyed. Rules I need to tell you, Rules without which I cannot continue.

Rule Number One: Be present. Don't leave the room. Don't check your phone. Give me your full attention. I need it. I long for it. I deserve it.

Rule Number Two: You don't look at me. For my image will distract you from my words. And my words tonight are precious. Just because they will be my last.

Rule Number Three: This will stay between you and me. You will keep this a secret and you will take it to your grave.

As these are my last words, you might think I must have chosen them carefully. I did not. I will not pretend to hold some kind of wisdom ready for you. I will neither have advise, nor answers. I just want you to share this with me so I don't have to be alone.

For the POV of someone doing a video confession. What it means to have no audience From tomorrow on I will never speak again. Decide to remain silent Silence as resistance

I need you to mirror me. To compensate, to comfort. For I can't confirm

Witness

Memory

Maybe only writing because never having to read it In fact i chose this form in order to avoid audience