It makes me want to hold my breath to slow my heart from beating so loudly in my ears.
I feel like I’ve been lingering here forever… At least years anyway.
Last I remember were her screams. I never called her mom. She wasn’t my mother, but now, being so alone, I realize more & more that she was all I had. Well, her & Bear.
Where is Bear? I lost him for a while but then he came back to me. I found him as he hung in tatters above her. Yes, her. The woman I never called mom.
She laid there, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes dark as night, crumpled into a lifeless ball of flesh & bone. It was HIM. He did this to her. He took away the only person I connected with in this lonely world. He took away the only person who watched over me as I saw HIM coming to haunt my every slumber.
Now, it’s just me & Bear. Here. In the darkness.
Sometimes I hear things as I stumble around this unknown place. I hear the scampering of tiny feet, perhaps rats, going past my bare toes. I hear heavy, labored breathing as if someone had been running behind me & suddenly stopped. I hear deafening, blood curdling screams, but then I come to realize they are only my own.
The only time I have seen any hint of light since that time I found her & Bear is when I see HIM. The light comes suddenly. I see dust dancing in rays of light giving me a glimmer of hope that one day I’ll find my way out of this darkness, but each time I approach, HE is there out of nowhere calling to me.
He lumbers after me time after time. Sometimes I get away & this place seems a little brighter. Other times, he catches me, his grip tight on my wrists. He hurts me & tells me that I’m nothing but evil in a beautiful shell. He tells me he’ll keep me here forever just so he could watch me, so he can look at me, so he can hurt me more & see how strong I am. He tells me that nothing was the same after the accident & I’m safer in this nightmare.
But the accident wasn’t mine, was it? It was hers. I think about it constantly, trying to figure out what he’s telling me.
I stumble around this darkness hoping to never come across her decaying body again, but it seems I’m walking in circles & at times I trip over her. When I do, I sit beside her with Bear in my lap & I ask her, “What happened to us?”
Originally Published on: Feb 6, 2014
Part 6 of a series. Catch up on The Darkness of Eve
This post was inspired to be written by a prompt from Studio 30+
Prompt: “Hung in tatters above her” inspired by Tara Roberts HAUNTING