Flash Fiction #2: The Dictator in my head

“You don’t deserve anything good”, a voice tells him every time he is excited. Like a dictator ruins a country and takes it a decade behind, this voice never let him grow. In all his lonely nights, it speaks up. It was five years ago, when he got his first job and two months later he had to make a website for a big firm. He was excited and went home with an amazing smile on his face. “You’re not worth it”, said the dictator at 1 am. “Why don’t you leave me?”, he cried out loud. Upset for weeks, He couldn’t complete the project. It was chilling winter season when he fell in a sewage tunnel. “People like you fall like this, you deserve this”, the dictator said. As of the fourth day, he was alone and starving. The dictator tried to speak but he couldn’t as the body was hungry and couldn’t think of anything else but food. Workers came on fifth day and picked him up and he went home. It’s been 3 years and I’ve never heard from the dictator. “The dictator starved to death”, a beautiful voice told me.