Violent Strides

no more

Wake up, you fat whore.

Look into the mirror at your maimed face.

You will cry and cry until there is no more.

You will run and run. Enjoy the chase.

Mae woke up abruptly. The room was dark as could be, and cold. The only warmth near her was the soft plush of Bishop's matted fur.

Mae sighed. Waking up was beginning to be more and more painful with each passing day.

The blissful nothingness of slumber, soon ruined by a savage light, searing through the very veins of your soul, destroying every atom in you with the unimaginable desolation of numbness.

Mae sat up, rubbing her eyes. Her head felt like solid concrete, her neck a newly born infant. Her arms felt like lead, searing pain shooting through each stiff muscle. Her legs itched and burned. At least I feel something, Mae thought.

Mae slowly worked her way to her feet, knees wobbling. She took slow steps in the direction of the long, dark hallway. Each step sending bone shattering tremors to her eyes.

She eventually got to the bathroom. She placed her heavy hand onto the knob, trying to twist it, but her muscles were to weak.

Mae leaned against the door, putting all her weight into it. She once again tried twisting the knob. With great pain, it clicked open into a dark room.

She patted the wall feeling for the light switch, eventually reaching it and flipping it on.

Extreme light burned her eyes. The light feeling like a parasite eating away at her soft, supple brain. The pain made he knees give out. She landed on the ground against the wall with a loud thump. A huge of air left her lungs, causing her to wheeze.

After a few second of retching and coughing, she opened her eyes.

She sat against the wall for a few minutes, trying to gather the courage to get up and shower.

She undressed herself, eyes only slits. She stepped into the tub, turning the hot water knob with great struggle. Water began to trickle out until it became a stream.

Mae washed herself. With each passing moment, the pain in her head became greater and greater. She leaned her head against the cold, wet wall, closing her eyes.

She was unsure of how long she stood there, but she eventually opened her eyes when she felt a tickle on her stomach.

She looked down at her stomach, and saw droplets of blood. She gasped.

She patted down her body, searching for a wound but unable to find one. She looked around the room but she was interrupted by a large droplet of blood landing in her eyes.

She sucked in a breath through her teeth, rubbing the eye with her hand. She rinsed it out with warm water.

Eventually, she looked to her left and saw a stream of blood rolling down the wall. She followed the stream with her eyes, until she looked directly above her at a truly horrific sight.

A body hung from the ceiling by their arms and legs. Their limbs appeared to be nailed to the ceiling. Their body had no skin, just blood, fat and muscle. Their head hung down low, few strands of hair dangling from the skinless head.

Mae stared in awe at the beautiful sight, think about how the murderer skinned the person with so much talent to leave some hair.

May sighed, looking at the ground, blood mixing with water. She shut her eyes, wishing this wasn't real. She loved the beauty of it, but looking at a maimed body could trigger things in her. Things to make her main someone like that.

She slowly raised her head up to the body, staring at it for a few seconds before its head shot up, staring at her with lifeless sockets and what would have been a smile.

WHY DID YOU DO IT MAE, The body bellowed, words slurring.

Mae screamed dropping to the ground, sobbing, eyes glued to the face staring at her.

The person screamed, maiming their face even more to an angry mask.

Mae sobbed, hands over her ears, head between her knees.

She screamed until the only thing she could hear was the splash of water and her own screams.