Sympathy For the Devil

8

I never intended to go back to the night my mother committed suicide, my mind dwelled on it, though. My mind pushed me there with such brute force that all of my misery that I so blatantly failed to bottle up within the past six months drowned me. The black blood was forever on my hands. My mother's thick congealed blood bathed me. There is so much blood. It soaked through the hospital gown I currently had on. The smell wafted up my nose until my gag reflex kicked in, resulting in me throwing up. Only I didn't throw up bile. What I threw up was far more disturbingly grotesque. Brain matter.

Chunks of grayish-pink tissue splattered onto my hospital gown, like gruesome confetti. Strings of cerebrospinal fluid clung to my chin, dripping onto my lap. The stench of decay and death filled the air, overwhelming the antiseptic hospital scent. My stomach convulsed again, expelling more of the vile contents. Fragments of skull, hair, and membrane tangled in the mess. The sound of my own retching echoed through the room, a guttural, primal scream tore threw my throat as my throat became clogged with a thick mucus that I couldn't swallow. My mind recoiled in horror as I stared at the ghastly evidence of my mother's demise, now spewed forth from my own body.

Brain matter floated to the surface of the bath like festering sores bursting with pustuals. Grayish-pink chunks clung to my skin, slipping down my face like oily tears. Strands of blonde hair wrapped around my neck, dragging me beneath the surface. Her hair – my mom's hair – smeared with arterial blood that night, now tangled with fragments of skull and cerebrospinal fluid.

The tub's warmth couldn't mask the stench of death. Her hair reeked of decay, like rotting flesh clinging to bone. The water churned with viscera, a ghastly stew of shredded brain tissue and blood clots. I felt the weight of my mother's corpse pressing down upon me, suffocating me. Her eyes, once bright green, now hollow sockets, stared up from the depths. 

Fingernails scratched against the tub's porcelain, my desperate attempt to cling to sanity. But it was too late. The abyss had claimed me, and I was trapped in a living nightmare, tormented by the grotesque remnants of my mother's violent departure. Bone shards pierced my skin like jagged teeth as I sank deeper into the blood bath.

 Bubbles rose to the surface, each one bursting with a grisly kiss, releasing a faint whisper: "Ellie..." My mother's voice, a haunting echo, drawing me deeper into the depths of madness. The water turned crimson, a gruesome echo of that fateful night. I was drowning in her blood, my lungs filling with the heavy, coppery liquid.

Instead of my mom rescuing me from my despair, she abandoned me to drown in a sea of blood-soaked sorrows. I soaked in a pool of gore, my body submerged in the crimson tide of her life's blood. My hair, once dyed black, now flaunted a gruesome crimson hue – a permanent stain etched by her violent demise. The strands clung to my face, tangled with flesh and skull fragments, as if my mother's very essence had infused itself into my being.

The white bathtub soon overflowed with a sickening mixture of suds and traumas in a vicious shade of red. Pink-tinged bubbles burst, releasing tiny droplets of blood like tears from a grieving eye. The water churned with viscera, a ghastly stew of shredded brain tissue, cerebrospinal fluid, and the shattered remnants of my mother's skull. Her blood congealed around me like a ghastly cloak, sealing my fate.

As I lay there, the bathwater transformed into a grotesque literal bloodbath. My anguish and despair rose to the surface, but I couldn't speak. My mouth was swallowing too much blood. I was drowning. The crimson liquid clung to my skin, a sticky, warm blanket, forever binding me to my mother's brutal end. My hair floated, a blood-soaked halo, as if crowned by death itself. The tub's porcelain, once pristine, now wore a gruesome grin, smeared with the remnants of my mother's life. 

The tub began to crack from the water's pressure. The water was overflowing and seeping onto the ground. I could hear the incessant sound of the water flowing, but it couldn't be stopped. My body was useless; It was only a vessel to these abnormal torments at this point.