Fear - 500 words

Fear

What?
Are you afraid of me?
Or are you afraid of this knife, sliding gently, lightly across the skin of your neck? Are you afraid of the sight of your own blood?
Are you really?
I'm only testing you, after all. I wonder if it is the knife, or the blood you are really afraid of. Perhaps it is what the blood leads to. Falling. Death. Parents crying at your bedside. Your dear four year old sister asking for the eleventh time when you are coming back from holiday. Maybe you fear the same thing that she does.
Maybe you fear that moment when your dear four year old sister, who always ran to you for a dance like twirl, will eventually realise that you are never coming home?
Is that what you fear? That your sister will learn death from you?

Fears do change quickly, don't they? Oh, don't cry. That blood trickling down your neck is exactly that.
You have much worse to fear then that. I could let you go, but what if that is merely a stay of execution? What if you end up alone, old, ****ting yourself in an old peoples home chair before winking out of existence like you were never there at all?
And say you don't...say you don't even survive until then. Do you write? Do you?
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Answer me please. I'm enjoying this conversation and wouldn't want to cut it short...
Do you have a relationship on? Do you have children? Do they have the same hair as you?
That's interesting...you have so much left to do...what if it were ended by a bus? They're quite hard those buses you know. I should know. My father threw me in front of one when I was twelve. I was fine though, nothing wrong went with me. My poor dad though...his intestines are currently being oven cooked. Two hundred, fan. His eyes aren't doing much better. It was quite releasing...even more releasing talking to you mind, I thank you...

Is that a laptop in that bag there? Maybe you have a i-phone, blackberry...ah...there it is...sorry if that was a touch of your hip that you didn't like. I don't do that kind of thing. I haven't tried it yet anyway...I have an i-phone like this. I'm much more successful then I look.
So these things...are they keystones to your life? What if I were to smash them? Drop them in a river? Would that break your world? I suspect it might just...oh look. There goes your friends. Your facebook. Looks like your life lines just got cut...

But do you know what I think you should fear the most?
Simply the fact that when you die, your family will cry, and the news may cover it. But give the sand castle time and it eventually dissolves right? You would be meaningless, given time.
Doesn't that make your life meaningless? Doesn't that make most life meaningless?
So if I were to think like that, and I think I am...I could do anything I like to you. How...freeing that is. Hey- hey! Hey...

Why so serious?

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