The Midnight Sigh
Updated: May 23, 2022
*Listen to this piece in SWS "Ain't No Party Like an Orientation Party" Episode 2
(Trigger warning for those sensitive to topics on depression and/or mental health)
“It didn’t have to end up this way at all,” said one note of the cacophony of voices in her head. Another note bottomed out, vibrato baritone sidling up to the nerve at the base of Cecily’s inner ear whispering,
“But you secretly wanted mayhem, right dear?”
Cecily swiped at her left earlobe as if pestered by a buzzing mosquito who’d landed too quick for her human reflexes. She sighed.
Yet another voice taunted her with a question.
“Where is he now?”
This voice was a haughty alto bellowing up from the pit of her stomach. She shook her head. It was a feeble shake. Not like a dog soaked after a bath type of shake, but a quiver from a cold chill that only slides down one’s shoulders. This shiver wasn’t daring enough to ride the vertebrated spinal slide down to her lower back.
“I don’t know,” said a new voice. Her voice.
Cecily blinked, unaware prior to this moment that she even possessed the ability to speak. It had been exactly 24 hours ago since her boyfriend of 13 years slipped out of the door into a night calling out to him with the secrets it and he shared alone. Secrets the night held a firm grasp on as it had him. Tugging him out into the sickle-moon sky without an explanation, a promise to return, or an apology for breaking her heart. He’d left at 11:59 p.m. with all his things already packed in his black Chevy Trailblazer.
One more voice made its debut.
Echos from the tinny soprano voice sizzled at the top of her skull.
“Fully loaded,” the soprano chimed again. “Just like the rifle he left behind.”