The Crimson Truth (Short Story)

The crimson truth.

The light it is too bright, a little too bright. Why does my head hurt so much? "WHY IS THE LIGHT SO BRIGHT?" I yelled trying to slowly open my eyes. No reason for you to be yelling, relax. Okay. It's probably Saturday and knowing mom she probably turned on the light so I would wake up and clean. But why is the light so bright? Why is the light so bright? Why is the stupid so freaking light so bright? Okay, it's probably time to wake up. Okay, it's time to wake up, it's time to wake up. Wakey, wakey. Wakey, wakey. Okay, okay, okay okay. Open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes. Too bright, too bright, too bright. Open your eyes okay.

Why is.... Where am I? This is not my bed, this is not my room... I don't recognize this place. I don't think I have ever been in this room before. Where am I? Okay, it's probably a dream. Should I pinch myself to see if is a dream? Maybe not it's a little bit cliché. It might work.... Oh, why the heck no? Okay pinch, pinch, pinch. Okay, I'm going to pinch myself now. No, it's not a dream but if this is not a dream... Where am I? Okay, when I lose something mom always tell me to retrace my steps maybe I should do that. Why is the light so bright? Okay, I'm going to close my eyes and retrace my steps. Maybe I should lay down. Why is the light so bright? I just want to know why is the light so freaking bright! Okay, Melody lets focus on what's important figuring where I am and how the hell I ended up in here. Okay, let's see. Today is Saturday, I think. So yesterday I woke up at four in the morning, right? right. Yes, if yesterday was Friday I had an early class at seven so I definitely woke up at four. Okay, I woke at four, I brushed my teeth, I took my medicine... I hate those medications they always make me feel so slow, and it's so hard to concentrate with the way it affects my system. I think I had a test. Did I had a test? I probably, maybe a final. Yes, a final. I had a final, so I didn't take the medicine, but I was okay, yes I was okay.

Okay, so I woke up, brushed teeth, didn't take medication but I must had breakfast. What did I do afterward? Did I took the bus? Did my mom take me to the bus station? what happened? what happened? what happened? Why is it so bright in here? This is room is white, so white, so white and so bright. yes, yes, very white and bright! Wait what was I doing? oh, retracing steps! okay did I take my medicine? I think I did? did I have breakfast? I don't think so medicine hurts my belly. What did I do afterward? Why is my mind blank? Blank like the white walls that are in this very bright room. Why is it so bright? Okay, what did I do? I must have a walk. Mom was probably working, and Marc was sleeping so I must have a walk. yes, yes I walked to the bus station and then I took the train, and I went to college. I had something important. what was it? something important indeed. THE FINAL! The German final! That must be the important thing, right? no, no, no! if I had a test, I would had taken the medicine. But I did take the test, right? right? I must have. Okay, what did I do after? If I didn't have breakfast, I must have brought lunch with me. Okay and then what? blank, blank, blank like this room. Like this very white and very bright room. Then I must have gone home or to work? I think I went home I must have, right? I wouldn't miss work right? Right? Brandom! I had to pick him up, I think. Or was it Marc's turn picking him up? OH, MY POOR BABY! He must miss his mama so much. Where am I? "Where am I? Help! This room is too bright and very white! Help!" I yelled at the walls, but no answer came. Where was Brandom? Maybe he's with mom, or maybe he is in the other room being tortured? good! He needs a lesson maybe that way he'll learn not to cry all night. where am I? why is this room so bright and white? Brandom? "Brandom? where are you?" I called him, but no answer came. Where is he? where is my baby? Where am I? After work what did I do? well, there was that party? what party? that party where Bryan was going to be. What party? What Bryan? Where am I? Where's my baby? I took the pillows and slammed them against the very white and very padded walls. It didn't feel right. yes, that party. I went to a party. I think... I must have gotten very drunk. where is brandom? Where is that little twelve-month-old devil? where is he? That got to be it I must have gotten drunk, and I'm probably at someone else's house. yes, yes, yes. where is my Brandom? Where is my sweet baby? WHERE?! I punched the walls I need pain. I need pain. I need crimson red color against this very white padded walls in this very bright room. I need to find Brandom. I need to punish him for scaring mama. I need to punish him! I must have gotten drunk. "Maybe you got so drunk that you woke up in his room?" a voice drenched in hate spoke. I'm not alone? Who are you? Where are you? "Marc! Marc! you're here!" My love was here. He came here to help me. My love in blue jeans and white shirt with crimson color stains. "I like to think you were drunk. I like to think that you were on drugs." what is he talking about? "What are you talking about? What?" my arm tried to grab him, but he disappears into thin air. I needed the red that was running in his veins. This room needs color.

Marc! He must know where Brandom is! Brandom, my baby, I would give my life for you. "You would? Are you sure?' Marc, Marc, Marc! "Where is he? Where is my baby?" I look around until my eyes met his brown colored one. That thing has his eyes and his hair. "I like to think that maybe you got drunk and high. At least that way I can hate you. I like to imagine you so drunk and high that you didn't know how you were or who he was." Marc, Marc, Marc. "What are you talking about? Marc help me out!" He got on my knees and beg him, but he just kept walking and taking. I wish his shoes were dirty maybe that way he would leave some color and this room wouldn't look so white and bright. "Help you out? You're lucky to be here." lucky to be here. Lucky to be here. I am fortunate to be here. I am fortunate to be here. Where am I? Where is Brandom? Where is my baby? "I like to think those things because that way can hate you without feeling guilty!" Marc, Marc, Marc. This room is bright, very bright, very, very, very bright. Help! I need help, I need help, I need help. "I don't know how you did it. I don't know how you can look at an innocent creature and just wish for his death." death, death, death. The innocent creature, innocent creature, innocent creature. Brandom, Brandom, Brandom. Where is he? Where is my love? Where is that demon? Where is my angel? Where? Where? Where? "Where is it? Where is our kid? SIX FEET UNDER!" no, no, no, no, no. Where is Brandom? My Brandom! Six feet under? No, no, no, yes, no, no, yes, yes, yes. "You really don't remember?" He said getting on his knees and grabbing my face. "you blamed the voices. You said they told you to do it. You said they ordered you to do it, that they got into you, that it wasn't you." voices, voices, voice. No, it wasn't the voices. It was me, it had to be me, me, me, me... No! It was the voices. Yes, it was the voices. "Brandom... he's dead?" I asked my voice shaking. "Yes, he's dead! you kill him, melody! You did and now look at me" He got up pointing at his white shirt with crimson stains. He died in my arms because of you!" No, it wasn't me. I got up and charged at him "IT WAS THE VOICES! I. DID. NOT. KILL. MY. SON" I crashed against the padded wall leaving a crimson stain where my nose got in contact with it. Red. Red. Crimson red. Blood, Blood, Blood. My baby, my baby, my baby is dead. I killed my twelve months old baby. Blood, blood, blood, dead, dead, dead, dead, my baby is dead. Six feet under, my child is dead.

A door opened. There was a door? I didn't see no door before. A woman in white walked in. White, more white, white, white, white. She had white blonde hair and a bright smile. Bright, bright, bright, bright. "I see you're awake. Time for your medication, Juliet. Juliet? I'm not Juliet. "Melody, Melody, Melody. I am Melody" I said shivering. It was cold very, very cold. "No. Your name is Juliet like Juliet and Romeo, and this is your medication. Now take it before I call Mike and have him sedate you. "NO! I am Melody, and I like to play the piano. I am lost. I don't know where I am, but that is not my medication. BRANDOM! I forgot to pick up Brandom from the daycare! Who are you? Where am I? Why is it so bright in here? Let me out! Let me out!" Two big men in white came in and injected a red liquid in my arm. The woman in white took a deep breath and answered my question in a monotonous tone. "You're name is Juliet. Your son Brandom is dead. He's been dead for 10 years. Your husband killed him and tried to kill you. He was a very abusive man and knowing you were mentally unstable he tried to make you take the blame. Now you should be feeling very sleepy so close your eyes and relax."