My Trust in a Harpy

Should not have looked

I slam the door shut, another person who can't bear me.

The only reason they would fire me is that they simply don't like me! I do all my work and more!

Perhaps those two people who keep mocking me when I'm not looking must have lied to Human Resources about something!

And the worst part is; that no one will care! In fact, they are probably laughing about it!
"Oh, that guy, he was probably slacking off."
"the weirdo? I heard he was checking out girl's asses, what a perv!"

It doesn't matter anymore, I won't be going back there. Ever.

I lay down on my bed. My pillow is the only solace when horrible people exist.

Knock knock!

I stumble down to the front door. And swing it open to be greeted by a postman? I wasn't expecting anybody...

"Hello." They attempt to force a parcel into my hands.
"I'm sorry but I didn't order anything."
"Oh, do you know who might have?"
"I'm sorry, I don't-" I'm at a loss for words, I don't know why.
"Oh... Alright." They say smiling, they walk back towards their van as I shut the door.

They look at their phone in the van; texting someone else about how weird I was.

Why am I staring at them? They probably saw me, yet more things for them to tell their friends about.

I waddle, eyes downward, up to my bedroom, sliding the blinds closed, throwing my blanket over myself and I finally lie down: gently frowning to myself, my fists clenching onto the blankets.

I shut my fatigued eyes and my frown fades, my fists let go of the blankets and after a while, my eyes shudder loosen.

I'm disturbed once more, I jump out of my bed with a shocked impression smeared across my face and see... the silhouette of a woman dimly illuminated by moonlight; her arms dead by her side but they aren't human, small feathers obscure her upper legs and talons on her feet? You dismiss the thought and look up.

The moon's light grasps ahold of her eyes, those crimson beckoning eyes, they match her hair in colour, how pretty, charming even.

Wait but those arms? They are feathered like her legs! They have wings!

Wings that seem to want to envelop in a tight embrace and never let go.

Their hands are claws!

But she simply lifts her head and spreads her arms; allowing me to just walk into her for a tight hug with her smile alone warming me.

A grim smile enlarges around her face, it's filled with teeth, why?

Never mind, she seemingly gets taller, now her eyes are fixated downwards; onto me.

I'm small, helpless even, and she just wants me to be happy: with her.

Her hair is short and parted, just so she can see me, perhaps?

I'm so close now, I can smell an aroma... Of blood? Utter nonsense! It's surely just shampoo or... Blood. It is blood!

The smell is nauseating, she picks up my chin and I collapse into her arms.

"NO, NO! LET ME GO!" I scream into the night as a sturdy grip forms around my hip, another arm snakes under my arm and up to my shoulder as she pulls me quickly into a cramped cradle.

Her eyes are locked closed with her mouth around my neck.

What was I worried about? The blood was an illusion.

Maybe the blood streaming down from my neck down my chest isn't but her cute little content smile is all I need.

My shoulder feels loose and as I begin to collapse, she pulls her head away.

Blood is around her mouth and-

Any thought I had is halted by a dive into my stomach as my flesh departs from the rest of my body.

I try to throw my arm around her as I slowly close my eyes.

The end.