cursed

prologue (2)

"Mommy?"

Small feet patter onto the wooden floor, the quiet sound of steps reverberating against the walls.

A small child enters her sight, their face tired with dark circles underneath their eyes. Their hair is cut short, and there is a small cut on their lip.

They run up to the sofa. "Momma," The girl begins, "I, uhm... I gotta cut onmy lip.." They point to their lip quickly before tucking it away behind their back. Looking anywhere else except their mother, their away frantically switch between different places.

".. Stay here." Growing rigid at the mother's voice, the child stays statue still and nods. They fidget with their hands, feet, hair, etc, while anxiously waiting for their mother to appear.

Loud footsteps echo against the childs ear, growing louder within each step. In their mind they imagine a terrifying monster, crawling against the halls of the crammed apartment. The monster who eats her socks, burns her ear off with an iron while she begs her to stop, who nibbles at her toes.

You know, monster stuff.

But when the shadow from the hallway comes closer, what emerges is not a monster, but her mother. Her mother, who is holding a small bottle of rubbing alcohol. She shakes the bottle a little bit in her hands, before wandering over to her daughter.

Arriving to her destination, she sits on the floor in front of her daughter to be level to each other. The floor creaks underneath her weight.

She smiles evilly, before bringing the alcohol up to eye level of the kid. "You need to stay still, alright? Or I'll have to hold you back myself." She remarks while opening the lid of the bottle.

The strong smell of the rubbing alcohol causes you to scrunch your nose and hold back a gag. Your brows furrow in distaste while staring down the bottle, wondering what your mother is gonna try to do with the liquid. You fidget around with your hands and shake them.

Your stare becomes even more intense when she brings it close to your face.

"Mo-" "Listen, you promise you're gonna stay still, right?" Your mother interrupts you. You quickly do a violent nod and gulp. You had already assumed the worse when she brought her hand to tilt your head slightly upwards as she did the same with the small bottle.

"Open." Just as she said that, you slightly made an opening in your mouth, obediently doing what your mother says. She chuckles at your fervent actions.

She tilts her hand, and before you could even blink, your lip is burning. You feel the cold liquid run down your chin and it wets your cartoon shirt. You feel tears pooling up in your eyes from the intense burning in your lip.

It's agonizing, and it feels as if your lip is on fire and pulsating at the same time. The small cut on your lip is begging you to stop, but all you can do is stay still.

Quickly, the cold liquid escalates up your lip and into your mouth. You choke and cough, a bitter, sour, and overall horrible taste coating your mouth. It burns, it seethes horribly. You feel like screaming.

You gurgle the liquid, tears flowing down your cheeks as your saliva leaks out of your burning mouth. You know not to swallow, but it pools up your mouth and your nose is clogging and-

The alcohol is pooling in your mouth and it's overflowing and you're panicking. Your nose is running everywhere, you're making choked noises, and you can't see from the tears pooling up in your eyes.

Your hand reaches up to claw at your mothers wrists, your mothers hand which is holding a tight grip on the rubbing alcohol bottle.

You try as hard as you can to stop your mother from pouring that burning, horrible liquid into your mouth but all she does is use her other hand to keep your head closer to the bottle.

By now you are sobbing, the clear liquid making you feel like your whole face is melting off like warm ice cream and your brain feel like as if it's about to shrivel up and all of it's molecules are gonna explode from the pain. Your eyes are burning, and god your throat hurts so much you need to cough.

Everything hurts so much, your thoughts are scattered everywhere in a frantic scattered mess.

In a quick movement, she drops the bottle. You drop your hand from her wrist and move to puke, but her free hand moves to close your jaw shut.

Your face is red at this point from the pain and crying, and you are sure she can hear your sobs through your closed mouth. Her hand is now wet from the drool and tears, but she firmly keeps it there at your jaw.

"Swallow it." She commands.

You gag and throw up through your teeth.

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a/n; i didnt edit or go through this chapter so sorry if it sucks