Mystery
The screams, the screams of the women were everywhere. Stale fear hung in the air, drunk women and leering men lingered in the corridors of hell. My nostrils burned at the smell of the thick smoke .
" 'Ello girl," hiccuped a grimy man sprawled on the ground, " Cmon 'ere and have one with me." His words were slurred and his eyes crossed.
" No, please," I begged, pushing hands off me, " Please, I-need, I need, I don't know what I need." his dirty hands grabbed my collar.
" Then sit down and 'ave one with me." The drink was cupped in his chubby fingers. " 'Ere." The liquid sloshed around in the cup as he shoved it under my nose.
" No, thank you," I mumbled, slightly pushing the cup toward him. His crossed eyes gazed at me, filling me with sympathy. He turned towards the cup, staring at the deadly liquid. His dirty finger emerged itself in the cup, swirling the Burgundy liquid in circles.
" You know you're obviously late now," He said suddenly, in proper English, " You're late." His horrible chuckle sent cold stings down my back.
"Oh, no," I breathed, knowing what I came for now, " Oh, please, I need more time!" He rose to his feet,
laughing. The fog was thick in my lungs, I was practically choking.
His thick red cloak wrapped around his chubby ankles " I got you and he's gone now, bound to be tortured for all eternity." My hands clutched the side of my pants, wrinkling them.
" I'll do anything, just, let him go." His chuckle echoed around the hall as he swirled his cloak around, revealing a tall slender man. For some reason when his eyes met mine my breath caught, I didn't dare to breathe.
" My brother was a fool for trusting you with his life," His lips curled around his teeth, revealing pointed fangs, " Yet he always was one." His sing-song laugh spilled out of his mouth. It boomed around the corridors, soon the drunken women cackled and the leering men laughed. The smoke twirled around my eyes causing the room to spin. The laughter echoed around my head as the room twirled, my body swayed. I clutched onto the cold stones, they were wet against my fingers.
I heaved, the cold air filling my lungs. The cool sweat dripped off my forehead, landing on my quilt.
" Not again," I breathed, wiping the sweat off with the back of my head. My quivering hand wrapped around my legs, I shook back and forth. The moon shone through the window by my bed, shining light onto my bed. Warm liquid ran down my cheek, I licked my lips. Salt. This one was worse than usual.
" Aysel!" The light shone brightly into my eyes, " Aysel, get down here and eat your eggs." I could hear the indistinct chatter of her talking to the phone, probably with William. It was that time of morning.
" Aysel, now!" The pan clattered into the sink, " S#" My quilt fell to the floor, curling into itself. The edge of my vision was still blurred from sleep. The floor was freezing, probably still cold from last night's frost.
" I'm coming Mom," I croaked, still rusty from disuse. I could already tell, this wasn't going to be my day.
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