Chapter 13: My Feet Form the Basis
"In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth." Genghis Van Helsing spat, "Now it is time that shall I un-create you henceforth."
The man's brim quaked. He held his sword arm. It was however unwavering, a candle in the dark. Jack Vincent Kale the Impaler was the man.
His face eyed Genghis Van Helsing, darting back and forth. The swords suddenly were clashed. The man growled, and the other did not. Sound was everywhere. Action jumped back and forth. No one could see. The frame is shaking. Steady heartbeats fill your ears.
I filled the air with the contents of my lungs and all was chaos and the sickly walls tinged green came caving down about my anxiety. I am Janisa De'Loreal.
I could not take the pressure of the situation. My symptoms included, but were unlimited to: fatigue, irritability, problems falling or staying asleep, restlessness, and a high startle response. And so I ran.
I do not know unto which I ran, only that my body was one-to-one with the feeling of escape, the need, the pressing down, the fullness of the pressure behind my arched brows, the empty pillow case, the forgotten fruit left rotting, the rebel confined to a minivan— like in that one song where the mom used to be really cool and stuff and had all these plans, but now her kids think she's not very cool and she feels like it's still the 80s, or maybe the 90s, I can't remember. My feet carried me from the surjective chamber room.
Flashback
I am five years old. My mother was looking back at me instead of driving. She was a single mother, with much divorcement. Suddenly instead of looking at the road she runs off the road. The car slams onto a tree on the right. We were in England so she was located on the right side of the car, because in England that is the driver's side of the car. The branch slammed through the window and slapped her face like some arboreal pimp. "Ouch," my mother said, her words fading. She became a coma for two years, and when she woke up she loses her job. Now she is an unemployed. Her vagabond gets all over the place and I cry myself to sleep all night on my empty pillowcase.
End Flashback
I hyperventilate myself from the breathing of too much air, and choke on the sensation. I was passing out from the nervous wreckage, but deep in my breasts I was glad. I knew from my woman's intuition: there was no reason to be worried nevertheless. Edward was alive. I could feel his eyes staring at my neck, pricking me. We were together again.
I fell, and he caught me in his frozen arms. They had yet to thaw completely. I remembered my memory of how he had placed himself inside the freezer at Dairy Queen and sent out a doppelganger to protect me. He had erased my mind so I could not give up the secret.
The time was coming. Revenge was a hand.
AN: This is where I revealed some of the stories which are from the backstory. I hope you enjoyed the revelations and now I take my leave. REVIEW NOW