Author's note: It's been about a month. A month where I haven't added a chapter. I could blame ff.net for being down but that's not the reason I didn't write more. I decided to focus on RARA AVIS…but I faithfully came back. I hope that this is a great as the other chapters. I wrote it originally in school on my legal pad…but I typed it up 2day. Anyways…I hope you enjoy! R/R ~e
Part 10: A SEA OF CRUSTY LIFE
I looked into the mirror, it was cloudy and of poor quality. It was distorted but I could still see the years of pain that had embedded themselves in black circles that surrounded my eyes. I pulled away from my stance at the mirror and collapsed in the corner of the nauseating green titled bathroom.
I closed my eyes and tried to compose myself but it was no use because I was choking; I was choking on my own air…my own breath…I was trying to breathe, but I couldn't. The air supply must have been cut off from my brain. All I could see was blood. I could smell blood and greasy French fries. The stifling smell of blood penetrated my logic… it invaded my senses and there was nothing I could do…
Glistening
Damp
Sticky, creamy, coagulating
Blood,
Dancing upon my hands.
It was dripping in a sea of crusty life.
The red caked and baked my hands.
They had turned brown and crimson, so I stood up and washed my hands. I washed them for what seemed like an eternity but the blood remained. I didn't know if the blood was still there in reality…. Or if it had been Will's, or Dixon's. Maybe it was Sark's…
So much blood had trickled over my hands in the last year. It had been a year that was over flown with a tacky deluge of misery. So much Pain and loss had infiltrated my life. I finally stopped scrubbing though…
My hands had turned raw and ravaged from the scrubbing. The extreme exfoliation which I had just endured didn't help my emotional anguish. So I attempted to dry my hands with the paper towels that were stuffed into the metal container that rested next to the sink. They were coarse, thin cardboard sheets that did nothing to dehydrate my hands. I threw the crinkled towels into the rusty trash can and leaned back against the bathroom door. I composed myself and walked out. I began to walk towards the safe house but I found my mind drifting back to the haunting images of blood. All I wanted was to envision something good… Something happy….
TBC
Part 10: A SEA OF CRUSTY LIFE
I looked into the mirror, it was cloudy and of poor quality. It was distorted but I could still see the years of pain that had embedded themselves in black circles that surrounded my eyes. I pulled away from my stance at the mirror and collapsed in the corner of the nauseating green titled bathroom.
I closed my eyes and tried to compose myself but it was no use because I was choking; I was choking on my own air…my own breath…I was trying to breathe, but I couldn't. The air supply must have been cut off from my brain. All I could see was blood. I could smell blood and greasy French fries. The stifling smell of blood penetrated my logic… it invaded my senses and there was nothing I could do…
Glistening
Damp
Sticky, creamy, coagulating
Blood,
Dancing upon my hands.
It was dripping in a sea of crusty life.
The red caked and baked my hands.
They had turned brown and crimson, so I stood up and washed my hands. I washed them for what seemed like an eternity but the blood remained. I didn't know if the blood was still there in reality…. Or if it had been Will's, or Dixon's. Maybe it was Sark's…
So much blood had trickled over my hands in the last year. It had been a year that was over flown with a tacky deluge of misery. So much Pain and loss had infiltrated my life. I finally stopped scrubbing though…
My hands had turned raw and ravaged from the scrubbing. The extreme exfoliation which I had just endured didn't help my emotional anguish. So I attempted to dry my hands with the paper towels that were stuffed into the metal container that rested next to the sink. They were coarse, thin cardboard sheets that did nothing to dehydrate my hands. I threw the crinkled towels into the rusty trash can and leaned back against the bathroom door. I composed myself and walked out. I began to walk towards the safe house but I found my mind drifting back to the haunting images of blood. All I wanted was to envision something good… Something happy….
TBC