Imagine

꒰ HERE LIES THE UNBELIEVED ꒱

. ⇢ [Chapter 7: Here Lies the Unbelieved] ˎˊ˗ ꒰

The sound of the piano welcomes the whole room. Today is the wake ceremony of Mika Ezra's dead corpse. Dated, May 6, 2037. 

Abegail Ezra, the mother of the corpse lying inside the open casket for the people to see, took small glances at her child's face. Pale and dry. She gulped down her throat and closed her eyes, turning her head down, to show honoring of Mika's death.

" thd! "

The bang of the door slamming open, made all heads turn in the said direction. Small gasps escaped each people's mouth, with some placing their hands in front of it. Abegail's other child, stood there in his hospital gown, panting heavily, with beads of sweats rolling down his forehead and arms. 

Series of whispers filled the small room. People looked at him in disgust. Kids were pointing at him, and parents gossiping about him. People were talking about different things, spreading rumors, blaming it on different people, not knowing the truth, and still bother to attend Mika's funeral. It's sad that once someone dies, people finally take notice of it. And instead of helping the person when they were still alive, they chose to blame the death on those who are known to hurt her.

Abegail's eyes went wide, as her face went pale. She looked around at her surroundings with her heart beating faster for she didn't know what to do. As his mother, she can be accountable for his actions. Those who are evil aren't originally evil. They are either influenced or just have their own perspective about things. Though, that perspective of theirs could be taught from someone else too. It could also be from their parents.

Most of these occurrences happen to people who are not educated well. Basically, it happens more to children. Children can interpret a lot of different things differently and are easily influenced since they are all born innocent. They don't know anything. And since granted with the intellect humans have, People desire to know more things. But sometimes it can be out of control.

Mika's mom held the butterfly knife hidden in the pocket of her shoulder bag. It became a habit for her to hold onto dangerous things whenever she feels uneasy or anxious. And sometimes, she may lash out and use her knife on things. 

She slowly walked up to her son, Kai, still holding into her knife. Here legs somewhat shaky and palms sweating. "wh–what happened? you're alive–!" She could feel the people's gazes on her, people pondering why she still bothers to talk to the person blamed for Mika's death. 

Footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, connected to the house of the deceased. "Ezra!" A masculine voice shouted, together with pants. A man with almost a bulky build dashed in, wearing a medical outfit. He placed his hand on Kai's shoulder, as he crouched down a bit, catching his breath. He looked up, his eyes widen, then stood still. "Oh– Mrs. Ezra! I'm sorry for your son's disturbance in this event you're having right now," He spoked, both his hands placed on his crotch. "Your son is still alive and well. Fortunately, the knife only and almost reached the epicardium, which is the outermost layer of the heart wall. Though, we had some difficulties. Kai Ezra experienced some certain blood loss and was in the process of drowsiness, fatigue, and almost being unconscious, but we reached there on time, so it seems like all is well. " He informed, ending with a small smile.

Kai stood there awkwardly shuffling on his own two feet with both his hands held together. "If you may excuse me, I need to go–" Abegail's breathing increased, still feeling anxious since much more people are looking this way.  "Yes, yes! It's fine," The man smiled, gesturing her to go.

Abegail nodded and mumbled out a small "thank you," hastily walking outside the room, feeling the pressure gradually going away. The smell of nature filled her senses since the place they are located is surrounded by forests, with small animals visible. She crouched down, feeling her back gliding down against the building. Letting out a shaky breath, she pulled out her knife, seeing a bunny near her sight.

Abegail slowly moved closer as the rabbit still stood still, probably searching for food. When she is finally near it, she grabbed it aggressively and rapidly, to prevent the rabbit from jumping away. It squirmed in Abegail's hold, letting out a series of loud squeaks. Her grip on the rabbit became much harder, now surely, the rabbit cannot go away. With Mika's mother's death grip on the rabbit, it almost prevented them to breathe air, resulting in the rabbit falling into conciousness. 

She laid the rabbit down on the grass, now holding her butterfly knife, then pointed it at the rabbit's throat. Once the tip of the knife made contact with the rabbit's skin, she hastily dragged it down, creating a large hole, and blood spurting out. The rabbit's organs can almost be seen. Drops of blood fell to the rabbit's fur and now dripping unto the grass.

Abegail then now proceeded to the rabbit's body, now pointing the tip of the knife to the groin of the rabbit's body. Once making sure the knife's tip is pressed hard against the rabbit's skin, she dragged the knife upwards rapidly, as some white and gray-colored furs of the rabbit fell onto the grass. The rabbit's organs are now visible. She pokes the gray-colored large intestine of the rabbit with the knife, interest evident in her eyes. She played around with its organs, using her hands to move the white-colored stomach of the rabbit. The light of the sun reflecting on it, making it shiny. The slimy texture made her brought her hand back, and use her knife again.

She poked open the rabbit's stomach and saw mashed green and orange liquids flowing out from it. Some blood got into Abegail's knife and also on her palms. Once she grew bored with it, she throws it to a nearby bush, with some of its organs moving out from the rabbit's body.

Wiping her palms and knife on both the grass and her dress, her figure still crouched down and her eyes slightly widened. She felt tired and dropped herself unto the ground, feeling the prickling sensation of the grasses touching the back of her legs and arms. Now staring at the bright sun with her naked eye.

Everything is blank

Is that an imagination? a dream? hallucination?

Would people even bother?

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"Hmm," the melody of Kai's humming filled the darkroom. Doors locked, windows closed, blinds down, and almost all lights off. The smell of soup emitted from the pot, as Kai patted his hands on his blue-colored apron. He continued humming a random melody, hoping that could block out the statics sounds coming from the television.

His mother sat on a chair, playing candy crush on her phone. White hair growing on her hair roots, with her hand twiddling with it. Her almost wrinkly face, smiled as she played the interesting game on her phone.

Kai walked to the dining table, holding the large bowl full of soup and cut-out pieces of chicken, passing by walls filled with writings, and vomit?  

Once Abegail heard the clanking sound of the bowl hitting against the table, she took that as a sign to call someone else downstairs, for them all to eat together as a family.

"Zen! Food is ready! " Abegail shouted, then the sound of footsteps were heard from the stairs as Zen's smiling face gradually become more visible, with his red-colored hair almost blocking his golden-colored eyes. 

They all sat on their chair, eating their food, as Kai kept silent, looking at his mother happily talking to a blank space.