𝕸𝖞 𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖉'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜

𓂀 𝕏𝟛 𓂀

--03--

-- Tale of a Monster --



QUIÉRA

"Quiéra.." my body instinctively turned around as soon as I heard a familiar voice crying out my name. His pitiful yet eerie voice send a chill up to my spine which led to my whole body being alarmed. I looked around and saw a familiar scenery..

A coffee-like color of a familiar pattern of the tapestries on the wall; A sumptuous desk that was always filled with piles of papers ; A huge wooden door that was always near yet also far; A tiled floor that seemed infinite on my view; The scenery which I never wanted to see again nor remember.

In a blink of an eye. The room began to alter into a terrifying scene. Flames started to appear and grew higher. The walls and furnitures started to melt akin to a cheese being melted on a stone oven. Fresh blood were starting to come out in every nook and cranny.

"Quiéra.." His cry of help and agony echoed throughout the burning house. I tried to remember who's voice it belongs but the answer is right on the tip of my tounge.

"Quiéra!" a rotten hand filled with blood abruptly clutched on my nightdress. A dark cherry color began to stain as his blood endlessly dripped on my white dress. I removed his hands off of me and looked at him straight in the eye, not knowing that it would soon leave me aghast.

The hair of my skin erected as I stared at the man in front of me. My heart went wild and was pounding rapidly akin to the sound of a beating drum. His eyes were filled with wrath and his tears of blood kept falling from his decaying cheeks. His body was full of stabbed holes and blood was coming out of it, He was starting to rot.

His appearance was utterly terrifying. But for some reason, I cannot take my eyes off him.

This man, I can still recognize him despite of his face being all rotten. Because he is a memory that is impossible to erase, no matter how hard you try.

He's my-

" You.." his hands unexpectedly wrapped my neck and squeezed my throat with great strength. And before I knew, I was already gasping for breath whilst my feet hanging in the air.

"You will someday rot in hell!!"

I gasped out of fear and rose up from slumber. I raised my stone-cold trembling hands and touched my face in an anxiously nervous manner. Bottles of sweat began to drip down on my brow and neck. I roamed my eyes to see where I am and let myself on guard.

A small wooden room with countable items displayed. All of the furnitures inside are made out of wood and are quite old and flimsy. My whole body was suddenly flooded with relief when I later realized that this place is my room and that all of it was just a dream, a nightmare.. The frightful mental imagery left me gasping for breath.

Those dreams again.

I touched my earing in hopes that it may soothe my momentarily frightened soul.