A little bit o' fiction for y'all. For those who have read it, no need to stay. For those who have not, please enjoy!
I watched as she slept, my otherworldly glow illuminating various parts of the room as I slowly twirled on the plain black swivel chair. I stopped, facing the bed and saw her navy eyes ice over, and stare into me. I cringed from the possessed look on her face.
“Why are you here? Go away! I hate you! You left me, all alone, you know. You went crazy and Mom and Dad got me the shrink. I don’t know you. I never have!” The judgment in her venomous words sunk through my non-skin. She over my non-body. Her eyes, once a velvet midnight, now a haunting midnight, scanned my arms and she sneered at me. “Nice to see you aren’t mutilated on this plane of existence. It was a lovely way I found you, huh? Drowned in yourself in the bathtub, what a lovely sight! Wouldn’t you think so, hon?” Her voice cracked on the endearment and she turned from me, or, rather, my ominous, ghostly glow. She covered her face with a lace-edged pillow, and I knew she was crying.
“Kirsten,” I said as I reached out towards her. “Listen for a second,” and I was cut off. Not by my tearful sister, or myself, but both us. A string had been cut, I could tell when my passed right through her shoulder. I wanted to explain my craziness, thoughts, actions. I had to get them all out of me, but couldn’t. Time had run out. I couldn’t pat her cheek, kiss her hair, hug her good-bye. I was being taken away, and had to be saved. However, she was on the other end of desperation: all-consuming anger. So, I screamed for her.
I screamed.
I screamed, grabbing the plastic arms of the lawn chair I was sitting in. My eyes rolled over the room I was in. It was on wheels, a trailer attached to a car, all painted to look clownish and foreign. I was trembling in my seat. I recalled walking into the trailer, weighed down by my misery. I had dropped a bill into an ornate box, cradling the cash of all the woman’s other costumers. I had whispered my evil question, and she stroked my cheek, before grabbing my jaw and pouring a strange liquid with no taste or smell in my mouth. I remembered letting the harmless liquid slide down the throat, and being pinned to the chair, not feeling anything, and my eyelids drooping…
I stared at the woman. She was closing a large cabinet and she turned around. She looked at me, her red eyes rimmed in the thickest eyeliner I had ever seen. The strange-colored eyes looked mysterious and beautiful. I knew I looked like a zombie, and rubbed at my eyes.
The woman approached me and spoke. “I told you, girl, that I could answer any question. Did I, for you?” I was still pinned to the chair, and didn’t answer. She leaned in front of my face and “Do you know why you are alive?”
I cringed and nodded, tracing the scars on one arm. For a moment, she watched with a foreign mask plastered She then grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the chair with surprising strength and roughness. “You must go. There are people waiting for us both,” and I left.
I pushed out of the trailer blindly, and nodded at the middle-aged woman who was next. She twiddled her fingers, and looked at me, asking a question. I didn’t have a magic like the woman in there, but as I nodded, I knew I had answered it right. She stepped in quickly, and the wind began to toss my hair.
I saw her, sitting, leaning against a tree about five yards from the trailer, drowning out the world with her headphones. I walked to her and poked her with the tip of my boot. She looked up, ripping the earbuds out of her ears. “Dia! Did she cheat you?”
I shook my head, smiling. I told her, as I pulled my sleeves over my wrists. “Silly girl, she’s no joke,” humor left my face as I told her, “She can answer any question. Even the ones you’re too afraid to ask.”
She looked at me, at my pulled sleeves, and a glaze was painted from the pupils, beyond the whites of her eyes. Even her eyelashes went out straight. “I hope she gave you the right answer,” Kirsten whispered.
“She did.”
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