Want to know what loneliness can do? It can drive people crazy.
We have a busy life. So busy that we often don’t even breathe when we work. We are always around people, talking, gossiping, working, and whatnot. Thus, sometimes we like to be left alone and secluded from this world for a while. It’s okay, and it is healthy as well. But what if a person has been lonely for too long?
What happens when he has no one to talk to? What will he go through when he can’t share his success or failure with anyone? Everyone needs someone to share feelings with, everyone on this planet. No one can be alone for too long. Being left alone in this big world is something very scary and petrifying.
Know What Loneliness Can Do
I am in the middle of nowhere. I can see no human around me except for the castrated body besides my new home. It’s been half a month, and nothing has changed. I am still here, unable to escape and set myself free from this terrifying place. My new home is a small space guarded by iron bars instead of walls. The only person who can set me free is the one who just killed a man who tried to do that.
No, I am not hurt. He never hurts me. Maybe mentally, but at least not physically. I can’t think of what he even wants from me. Sometimes I wonder about the worst-case scenario, and I get so petrified that I don’t want to make a single sound even while crying, thinking he may come in and my nightmare might just come true. But he doesn’t even touch me or make me starve or do anything that is defined as torture. All he does is talk.
He comes in with the broadest smile on his face. I get scared; I don’t move at all. He comes closer and sits beside me. He still has that smile, as if nothing has happened, and everything is just fine, exactly how it should be. I wasn’t hungry. I lost my appetite soon after he butchered my last hope.
He doesn’t like me punishing myself. He thinks he adores me. Maybe he does because I am the only one he has in his lonely life. But I can’t seem to feel it. He smirked but didn’t say anything. I know what he can do. I know he will, and I cannot let that happen.
I tried. I tried hard to sleep, but I couldn’t. I can’t make things fall into place. He has me. But he doesn’t want to sell me to any pimp, make me his slave, or fulfill his sexual desires; he doesn’t believe in cannibalism either. He just talks. Is all he wants from me to listen to him? Maybe now I understand what loneliness can do to someone. He talks about everything that he comes across every single day.
He talks about his day job, his horrible boss, the work pressure, even what he sees on the streets when he goes to work and comes back, every detail that he can remember.
Every day we do the same job. He talks, and I listen, and none of us has any other choice. He talks about being late, about the bus he takes every morning, the coffee he likes in the morning, the one he likes in the evening and the one he doesn’t like at all, the traffic and traffic signals going red and green now and then, the busy street and what not. I am not interested in what he is talking about; I just want to know why he is talking.
This might sound scary and absurd, but it is not completely impossible. People go mad when they seem to find no way out. People, when terrified, can go crazy, literally. And this is what loneliness can do, indeed.
