Where am i ?
She could see nothing ... it was not blue nor black ... she strained her eyes a little and knew it was gray. Grey like the night cloud refracting the city lights of Moscow, featureless, but somehow treasured. She could hear nothing ... not the rumble of traffic , not the mechanical sounds of running water or slamming doors ... it was pin drop silence ...
She turned her head but the stew remained the same. A gray blackness like the insides of of a cloud, or a ball of cotton or some what you could think off. It was all the same ... she was sitting with her legs folded in the corner of a room or was she ?
All she did was stare ... She would move her pupil around from time to time but her body was perfectly still as if she was a hand made sculpture. She could feel tiny insects climbing up her feet ... she was not bothered.
They were some what her friends ... the feel of giant centipedes crawling up her thigh was just a mere tickle to her. Two black widows were moving across her palm. One was relatively bigger in size while the other was smaller. The sizes of the two delicate yet monstrous creatures indicated their difference in sex.... She moved her pupils across to see what her two black hairy friends were up too ... They were mating so that their species would never come to an end on the the web........... on the palm of her left hand. How is this possible? Her eyes widened a little to her surprise there was a huge spider web made upon her palm.... How long has she been there ?
Just right after the two creatures were done .... just before the smaller male was able to leave the nest ... the female widow grabs the male with four of her legs with the other four to spare and injects her sweet deadly venom into her partner .... and wraps the male up so that it could be a meal for her later on .....
She smiled ... but was it her first time giving that expression? Did she smilled because there were more widows for the distant futures or because of the way the male struggled dispite contributing his part mating with the female?
She breathed. The air had no smell, no taste .... the air was neither moist nor dry .... not even the temperature was suitable for the insects to live ... was she the host for all the creatures living around her?
She turned her head to the left .... it was a teddy bear with blood stains all over its fur with a chain around its neck. "From daddy" was what it was written on it. She wanted to grab the soft toy but she did not want to move because the widow had just laid the eggs. So she turned her head in the other direction. She saw crayons of all sorts of colors laying on the ground ... and scribbles on the wall.
Was that her doing? She looked at the wall it was all red ... was it blood? There was a knife on the ground with the dried red blood on it beside her... she stared at it for a few seconds and remembered everything ... She thought it all back .. of what happened during that unfaithful night. It was her birthday .... dad came in with a present ... just when her mom came in with the cake dad took out the kitchen knife and started stabbing and slashing ... the smell of blood was everywhere ... dad then gave her the knife and then said do what ever you must with it ... and hanged him self on the ceiling fan infront of her... She smirked a little after recalling everything... She looked upon her chest ... there it was ... the five wounds across her chest .... She must have stabbed her self five times..
She muttered ..... but incredibly she heard nothing .... she spoke in her heart .... Is this hell ? She looked upfront with her red gloomy eyes ... its hell for you but its feels like heaven to me ... I have my mom and dad watching over me .... but was this the only way? The only way so that they could be with me forever ? To die infront of me ? She smiled .... I love everything about this... she laughed in her heart -
Rian Seah
