The words were right at the tip of her tongue, fighting with an almost squealing-squirmish intensity to emerge from her. But she was afraid of what would happen next if the words did get out, so she kept her mouth shut, lips trembling and eyes bulging.
The words did not like that being held prisoner in her mouth, so they crawled back up her throat, causing the girl to choke, gag and suffocate. Death by asphyxiation was not what the words intended for her, no. They continued their painful journey up her throat to her nose, then her brain, where they knew just one tiny touch to that pink, gelatinous tissue could be catastrophic for her body. Together, the words spread all over her head, surrounding her brain, squeezing tighter and tighter. The girl could bear it no longer and screamed out in agony. She clawed at her face in a useless bid to make the torture stop. It was no use, the anguish intensified until she finally felt something warm and liquid trickling out of her ears and eye sockets- and then she was no more.
The words had the final victory, they had conquered the stubborn girl who refused to speak them. They had crushed her brain, and found it ironic that someone so strong willed was ruled by something so weak, pink, and sensitive. Now that she was no more, the words travelled back down and left her through her mouth. It was a pity that no one could see or hear them, for words, without pen or mouth, do not exist. But you, fortunate reader, are now able to see them through the same magic that enabled you to know about the demise of the girl.
"I'm sorry. I was wrong."
