When Leah left I spent hours staring at the ceiling fan until had fallen into a deep slumber and I dreamt, dreamt of my sister….
She was sitting in the middle of my old room facing me with her head down cradling her bare legs. Everything seemed misty and unclear except her. Her body features were bloody sharp and she seemed to be glowing. I sat on my bed Indian style and was wearing the dress suit I wore to her and my parent's funeral. However she was wearing nothing but a towel, but this was not an ordinary towel. It was the towel I had put the rat guts in. The towel reeked of vomit and was stained red/brown. It wasn't until I heard a soft whimper and was pulled out of my thoughts that I realized something amiss.
"G-Gret?" I managed to say before she snapped her head in my direction. Stunned I noticed two things. One, She was crying, but not crying tears…she was crying blood. Two, She was…smiling. Her smile frightened me more than the blood that she seemed to be producing. It looked mutated and twisted. Her teeth were a gold yellow and her lips were creaked and bleeding. Her blood tears flowed down to her mouth of whitch it looked like she was drinking them. I looked back at her eyes, terrified beyond belief. Her eyes however showed something far worse than I had imagined. She was, indeed scared. Her blood tears covered her grass green eyes but showed enough to make me want to cry out in fear. She had no pupils. Just two green circles that lay inside her white round eyes. That was enough to make me cry out. Screaming bloody murder her smile switched to a frown and she to screamed as well.
Her scream was nothing to joke about though, as high-pitched as nails scratching up against a chalkboard hers was forty times worse. Just as sudden as she screamed she lunged for my throat. I jolted back screaming louder than before. The last thing I saw was Gret's mutated grin one last time until finally everything faded away and I, once again, was back on my cell floor, backed against the wall, staring at Leah whose storm blue eyes were full of concern. Her hands were tightly fastened on my shoulders. Her heavy body sat on top of my legs while my hands were tucked deep under her knees. I looked around in a daze when I noticed my cell window. It was pitch black outside, nighttime. I looked around my cold cell once more before I felt Leah's warm body dismount mine. I looked at her and she said, looking me right in the eyes, "Grubbs, are you okay?"
I didn't speak. Silently though tears fell from my already hurting eyes. Leah leaned in and hugged me rocking my body back and forth shushing me with her quiet words that reminded me I was safe. "I know its okay. You are safe now." She whispered. Compelled to speak to her I managed to speak with a strained voice only one word that said it all, "Gret…"
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