Mirror
By Lindsey A.K.A - A Nightmare on Water Street
I sit here now, in my prison, my cell, my own body. I am condemned to live the rest of my life like a vegetable, assisted day by day by countless doctors. I never again will be able to take care of myself, as if I have converted back to a baby.
I usually ask myself why. Why did I do this to myself? I was a young man, healthy and strong, and wealthy not to mention. Everything was going for me, and my future was so clear and pure, but that night, dear God that night, where I made the biggest mistake of my life. I still remember it well, the pain racing through my face as I peeled it off with the shattered piece of mirror. It burned and scorched with pain, and he laughed while I suffered. That canorous man. Lecter. Hannibal Lecter. He laughed as he ate the parts of my face that had fallen onto the floor, feeding some extra scraps to the dogs as well, and me, concequencely taking in every aching moment, my stupidity showed well with the rage I felt towards him.
What I would give to see Lecter dead. I often dream of the day I will take him to the grave. I see his body lying motionless in front of me and his head lying further away from the body.
How sweet that would be, I, Mason Verger, taking out Lecter once and for all.
But for now it is only a mere fantasy. But each day is closer to the moment I will savor the sweet, refreshing smell of revenge.
So for now, I sit in my wheelchair, tubing and scares covering my body, looking in the mirror, seeing the now hideous picture that stares back at me. The mirror, now, besides Lecter, is my enemy. They took my face, and now give me the terrifying reflection back.
Fin
By Lindsey A.K.A - A Nightmare on Water Street
I sit here now, in my prison, my cell, my own body. I am condemned to live the rest of my life like a vegetable, assisted day by day by countless doctors. I never again will be able to take care of myself, as if I have converted back to a baby.
I usually ask myself why. Why did I do this to myself? I was a young man, healthy and strong, and wealthy not to mention. Everything was going for me, and my future was so clear and pure, but that night, dear God that night, where I made the biggest mistake of my life. I still remember it well, the pain racing through my face as I peeled it off with the shattered piece of mirror. It burned and scorched with pain, and he laughed while I suffered. That canorous man. Lecter. Hannibal Lecter. He laughed as he ate the parts of my face that had fallen onto the floor, feeding some extra scraps to the dogs as well, and me, concequencely taking in every aching moment, my stupidity showed well with the rage I felt towards him.
What I would give to see Lecter dead. I often dream of the day I will take him to the grave. I see his body lying motionless in front of me and his head lying further away from the body.
How sweet that would be, I, Mason Verger, taking out Lecter once and for all.
But for now it is only a mere fantasy. But each day is closer to the moment I will savor the sweet, refreshing smell of revenge.
So for now, I sit in my wheelchair, tubing and scares covering my body, looking in the mirror, seeing the now hideous picture that stares back at me. The mirror, now, besides Lecter, is my enemy. They took my face, and now give me the terrifying reflection back.
Fin