“If you are looking for a sign not to kill yourself, this is it.” – Unknown
From September 12th- 16th, in honor of Suicide Prevention Awareness month, I will be offering “The Voiceless” for free in digital format. “The Voiceless” deals with the subject matter of suicide and the hope one finds in the aftermath of a suicide attempt.
It is important for me that you all know my intentions in offering “The Voiceless” for free for five days. Suicide is not a matter I take lightly and I wouldn’t dream of exploiting its seriousness. It’s a subject matter that has touched my life in a personal manner. So, the reason I am doing this is because as a struggling artist, the only thing I feel I can do is occasionally offer my work for free. And in doing this with “The Voiceless”, I am not looking to boost future sales, nor am I looking for compliments about my work, nor am I looking for an increase in reviews. But if there is even a chance that someone out there reads “The Voiceless” and is changed for the better, finds hope in the darkness that is their life, or thinks twice about taking their own life, then I am reaching my goal. I don’t need to know about it. Just the thought of the possibility of it is rewarding enough. If I reap any other benefits, I will be thankful just the same. Thank you for your understanding.
YOU matter. Your life matters. There is hope.
National Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-800-273-8255
“The Voiceless” on Amazon, free from September 12th to September 16th, 2016: The Voiceless
From “The Voiceless”:
Several hours pass, and I still have no fish. I’m dripping with sweat and shaking with hunger. Casting modesty aside, I plop down in the water and stare at my lap. With a cautious lowering of her body, Susanti sits next to me. “Susanti,” she says. I smile, but it’s chased away and replaced with a look of timid fright as she reaches her hand out towards my cheek. As she makes contact, my pulse hammers in my ear and for a moment I forget how to breathe. Remembering myself, I scramble to reposition my legs. She waits until I stop moving and touches my cheek again. Her fingers trickle down to my throat. I clamp my eyes shut. She withdraws her hand, and my eyelids part. Her palm is pressed against her own cheek. “Susanti,” she repeats. Her hand returns to my cheek, and this time, I keep my eyes open. Understanding reaches me. I trudge ashore and point the fishing stick at the wet sand. With jerky motions, I write my name in a jumbled scrawl. It’s the only word I know how to write.
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From “The Voiceless”, available now on Amazon.
I flinch when I see movement. I look up and see the spider one with the crazy hair curling his pointer and middle fingers together. I watch his hand as he moves it in a succinct circle. “Rii-rahm!” is his grunt-like noise.
“Ridram,” says the broad-chested one, as he makes the same movement and points at the grunter. My eyes move in cautious sweeps down the length of the line as they all curl their fingers, make the same small circle, and repeat in sloppy unison, “Ridram”. I get lost in the cacophony for a while, but return as the noise tapers. They still their motions and let their hands drop to their sides. I suffer under the weight of their eyes upon me and squirm as they thicken the air with anticipation. Distant sporadic squawks and chirps intertwine with the tide’s crescendo. The island, abundant with life, is begging me to join it.
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