Fifty-Word Fiction: Balance

Final draft

It’s not fair! But I need to be better. Where were they? I tell myself they had reasons. I am weak. I am kind. Two voices; one face. To forgive is kind — but when do I forgive myself? When is it okay to walk away? Is happiness my choice? Quiet! Quiet. Quiet…

Second draft

It's not fair! But I need to be better. Where were they? I'm sure they had their reasons. I am weak... I am kind. Two voices; one face. To forgive is to be kind but when should I be kind to myself? When is it okay to say goodbye? Quiet! Quiet. Quiet...

First draft

It's not fair! But I need to be better. Where were they? I'm sure they had their reasons. I am weak... I am kind. It claws and creeps at the edges of my mind, masked from others. Two voices; one face. Forever struggling, forever arguing, with sleep the only compromise. Quiet! Quiet. Quiet...