A quick note from me: If any confusion is created in this chapter, I have already been told! I promise that everything will make sense in Chapter 10. Love from bumbebum =D.
CHAPTER 5
Carmen’s world shattered into a mess of stabbing screams, blinding light and excruciating pain inflicted on her soft flesh. The blade dragged slowly through Carmen’s arm, twisting every now and then to draw a shriek from her shredded vocal chords.
Warmth gushed form the blade’s path. And yet she was cold.
Frost cast lacey webs through Carmen’s bones. Icicles ripped through her heart, stabbing her nerves. Frozen fingers cradled her brain and stroked through her skin; numbing Carmen’s body, leaving her arm to burn. A sharp turn caused for Carmen to cry out.
Finally, the pain stopped.
Dylan’s distorted head swam into view. He flashed her a sharp-toothed grin.
“I think you should take the day off tomorrow,” he laughed.
The light flashed off of the knife as he raised it again. Bloodlust raged like a fire in his eyes- fuelled by the power of a simple D.I.Y tool and Carmen’s agonized cries.
The knife flew higher and higher above her paralyzed body, until it was a dot in the bright white sky. Carmen could do nothing but watch in terrified awe as the knife screamed back down to earth, trailing fire and burning as bright as a star.
Carmen smiled at the savage angel that had come to end her suffering. She welcomed death with open arms as the knife swung towards her belly.
Peace. Only eternal peace waited for Carmen now.
No more taunts. No more shoves. No more cruel whispers and smiles. Just, peace. Casting all cares, worries, fear to the wind; Carmen was ready for the sudden slice.
Dylan blinked the fire away. Shaking, he dropped the blade to his side.
The potent flush of adrenaline drained from his face.
“Don’t be stupid Dylan.” He whispered. He looked at the deluded girl smiling at the ceiling. “If I ever see your ugly arse around here ever again; I’ll cut you into tiny pieces and feed you to the flies... You hear me?" Dylan rose to his feet and ran out of the doomed warehouse.
Carmen frowned. Why wasn’t she dead yet? She snatched at the air above her stomach in attempt to help the star on its way. Carmen howled as her hands clasped nothing but air, wringing her bloody arms. She was so ready to die!
The rational part of her brain practically cried with relief at the second chance of life. Suicidal madness subsided, Carmen found her breath. Slowly, the light stopped being painful. Silence seeped into Carmen’s ears and soothed her panicked mind.
A sickly-sweet, rotten stench floated around her head. To Carmen’s great disgust she realized her hair was lying in a foul pool of what used to be an orange. Grimacing, she raised her left arm to pull it out of the sticky puddle.
Cooling blood dripped onto Carmen’s face.
Oh, right.
She thanked herself for not falling into a full-blown panic. Maybe it was the fact that nobody was there to feel sorry for Carmen but herself?
Regardless, Carmen examined her wound. The word that would spring into one’s mind when looking at it would most probably be ‘ouch’.
From what she could tell, what with the blood and all, 6 deep gashes were on the inside of her arm. Carmen didn’t want to see much more than that. She was in pain, there was blood and it was deep: that’s all she needed to know. Time to move on.
Where should she go from here?
Something told Carmen she was no longer welcome at school. Or at home, for that matter. She decided to walk out and move to a new town. Carmen was old enough for a part-time job, and she pretty much looked after herself already.
Set on that flimsy, horribly vague plan, Carmen sat up.
And immediately passed out.
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The light continued to cast flickering shadows. Carmen blearily opened her eyes, flexing her sore arm.
Dried blood flaked off and warmth trickled through the cracks. Carmen lifted her arm out of her slick pool of blood, looking at it as she did so. Swollen balls of pus sat among the crusty blood. The cuts hadn’t closed; they just gaped open and flapped uselessly. She dropped her arm back down.
Confused flies smashed into the pathetic excuse of a light bulb continuously. Some created annoying zaps as they electrocuted themselves. Rats scuttled around on the filthy floor.
Breathing hard, Carmen struggled to sit up. Pretty white lights sparked in her head. The world began to swim. Carmen crashed her arm to the ground in her frustration and tried again. This time she leant against the wall and pushed up.
The room warped and pulsed the higher she got. The table that was a few feet away suddenly crashed into her thigh. The walls closed in on Carmen; squeezing her until she lost the ability to breathe, then grew so far apart the ceiling fell to the floor.
No: the floor fell into the ceiling.
Carmen realized she had tripped over the table and fallen over. Blood appeared to now trickle out of her head.
Well that couldn’t be good.
“Oooowww…” she moaned.
Her hands gripped the table and she pulled herself onto weak, shaky legs. Carmen screamed from the effort. Then laughed when she saw she was standing. She placed one trembling foot in front of the other.
The ground before her fell into the earth with a resigned sigh.
Carmen leaped forwards. A beam shuddered into view.
For the second time, Carmen passed out.
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ActionLife was normal for Stanley Shrew, disappointing and uneventful. He even had his Mother making her lamb stew for tea that night. Then he stumbled across the story. The big story. The story that could change his life for the better. All he had to do...
