Summer_Youth

L'appel du Vide is a French word that describes the feeling of wanting to jump of a high place but not actually do it. Although there is no word in English to describe this feeling, the English translation of L'appel du Vide is Call of the Void

The story is about a girl who experiences these “call of the void” but unlike the real “call of the void” where you don’t do the things you think of, the story is forced into a direction where the intrusive thoughts become reality.

L'appel du Vide

It's been sometime since I have written in here. Rereading my naïve self is quite refreshing. Oh how I wish I was just as naïve as the past. But the past is the past now. To answer the younger me,


The high of killing those birds on that hot summer day won't be able to compare to what you'll be doing now.


It's quite exhilarating to see your prey gasp for their last breathe.


The ecstasy of killing something much more bigger than a measly prey is unbelievable.


One of prey I killed was something you and I had always feared. But now, there's no one to control us. No one to hurt us. No one to make us cry.


But this does come with a price tag. Not everything in life comes for free.


When she found out what had really happened to us... she left us. Its funny how she was supposed to love and protect us but in the end she did the opposite. I wonder if I had told her that day, would all of this had happened?


Anyway, I've killed that scum. There were so many options on how to kill him. I still remember the wide eye look he gave me when I broke into his new home with his new family. He begged me not to kill him. He said he would do anything. Anything he said. Of course I didn't want to listen to his bull shit. I remember hitting him over his head with a bat. Then the rest was a blurry but I do remember taking him into one of he cabins in the woods he would frequently take us to.


When he woke up, he screamed on the top of his lungs.


He kept screaming and screaming so I swung the bat into his face. Is jaw was definitely broken. It reminded me of the time we killed that nest full of baby birds.


His face was bloody, and disfigured. He kept begging me not to kill him. 


I raised my bat and swung it at him for a very long time. I don't know how long I kept swinging the bat but all I knew was that he was dead by the time I looked up from my position. 


I dumped his body into a river nearby. I knew the police would be after me since I broke into his house in broad day light. 


Right now, I've been hiding from them. Coincidently, I found you; my old diary. It nice to see you again but I'm afraid this will be our last time meet each other


Been Awhile, hasn't it?