Her Silent Smirk (Short Story Series #6)

2: People Hurt People

Maira

I was standing inside a small grey room. There were stairs leading up and down from this block. I was so confused. 

There was a single white bulb hanging above my head, grey walls staring back at me. 

Swaying my gaze around, my breath hitched at the sight of a small window on my right, and I immediately rushed towards it. 

Pressing my hands on the window-sill, I peered out and frowned at the sight of a darkened road. 

It was Food Meats; looking so dark, cold and...vacant. 

And this time...I-

Realization hit me hard, as I observed the rain-covered road, and I felt my eyes widen in bewilderment. 

I was inside the ancient building that had been lit in my dreams before. 

Did that mean...

I held back a gasp of fear and horror.

'NO WAYYYY!' 

'INSANEEEEE!'

A tremble hit me hard. 

Judging the sequence of events, I had guessed the pattern of my dreams. 

My mind was somehow moving me closer to that woman. '

"Ehhhhhh!'

I refused to believe that dreadful thought, but it made so much sense. 

First, I had been standing in the middle of the Food Meats, then I had moved closer to the eerie building, and now I was inside the creepy building. 

It was official; my mind was leading me straight towards the creepy woman.

'EEEHHH!'

I had no idea what was happening...had no clues about WHO was that lady and why my mind was leading me straight to her.

 The silhouetted woman was so eerie. Her smirk was so creepy. There was no way I could go close to her. It...It just wasn't happening. Just the image of her standing still, waiting for me...

'NOOOO!'

 I had to wake up as soon as possible. Someone had to wake me up. 

Anxious, I began trying to pinch my skin, closing my eyes and desperately waiting for someone to wake me up. 

 "Please, please, please, mama! Grab hold of me again!"

And she did.

Light of happiness and people hit me as I felt my hand had somehow slipped onto my mother's shoulder again. 

I was back to reality. 

Everything was back to normal...no darkness, no creepiness and no loneliness.

Happy tears started escaping from my eyes. There was a heartbreak felt over the pitiful condition of my mind, but for now, I was happy to have escaped my mind. The experience was just so wild, insane and tiring.

I  had no idea I would ever in my life experience what I was experiencing today. 

I was legit so drained out.

The sweat on my forehead started cooling down, as we all hurried towards the exit of the street. I felt so dizzy and unstable with the hurt of my broken sanity biting into my heart. I had no idea how it got so wrong, so damaging...

Words hurt, but this much...? It was like watching yourself fall with no support or smiles. I felt like there was a haunted scream entrapped inside of me that was aching at the sight of my shattered personality, but that is exactly what some people do to others, right? This is what actions do to others, right?