Lost Soul

Chapter One.

When she woke, her mattress was cold. Her hand reached out, seeking the large warmth of a blanket, only to find a rough mattress made out of rocky teeth of gravel and stones biting at her fingers when it fell on them. Her body shivered before she went back to peacefully huffing in a normal, sleepy pace. She was a very hard sleeper, and it felt like she hadn't moved from her position in decades because everything seemed to be squeezed tight, and if she attempted to move it would pop and snap under her skin, so she decided it was best to stay in that position.

The only thing she could move was her eyes, but it was more painful to open them than move. When she opened her eyes, the overwhelming light scorched upon her pupils and she was forced to shut them again, her eyelids shying away from the light. Once she did, the rotten, bright coloured shadows seemed to make different shapes and danced in the black abyss of her eyes.

She wished she could pull the covers over her head, shielding her face like a child would when a monster came to her room at night and lingered over her unable to snatch her away from the invincible shield made out of wool. She wished she was wrapped in a cocoon of bedsheets because of the chill.

The yellow splotches shifted and shedded into a completely new layer of skin that made her head throb as it slowly twisted and shrunk into itself until it faded like someone was dimming the light of a lamp.

Once she forced open her lids, which took more effort than breathing in and out, she dazed for a moment staring carefully until she was sure where she was and who she was - she accomplished the first mission, but failed the second one. 

She propped herself on her one elbow, not reaching good height to look over at the street she was casted away from. Her head tipped like she was about to drop off again, suddenly dead-like, not being able to keep her head upright.

She felt something shift on her wrist as she rose, something with icy skin reached her bones now. Her head stiffened up now at the unwelcoming feeling, her eyes moved down to the cause of it. Around her wrist was a bracelet that adorned her- grey? - skin. It was real silver with red swirls and curves carved into it. It was too complex to be crafted by human hands. But her hands didn't look so human anymore. They looked bony like a monster that walked out one of the fairy tails someone once told her.

She also looked upon her wrist, which was very thin, so thin she could see the bone protruding through her- grey? - skin. She also spotted her lanky nails were filled with dust and mud she was too tired to scrub out.

The more she examined the accessory, the more thoughts squished into her exhausted mind. She didn't seem to be human anymore she didn't feel as alive as a human would be, either. Which sat in her mind for a while before she had a weird urge of curiosity to investigate where she had woken up.

She was blinded by another want. She really wanted to sit right down at a dinner table covered in rich silk and have a nice meal, and then a long sleep, and she also wanted a warm shower. But she could only have that if she got up.

She clutched an oddly placed brick and lifted herself up from the ground, glaring at her feet to make sure she never stepped somewhere where she would end on her bottom, noticing they were not human feet at all. They were pointed at both the heel and the tip of her toes, it looked as if her feet were moulded into a high-heel, and soon her bones and skin grew into it and now she cannot take it off.

Her hand travelled behind her head, and she felt hair; long, long hair tucked into a band  making a slithering tail behind her back and down to her hips. She got a glimpse of  the colour too, rosey red as if someone had dyed her hair with pure blood from a mad-woman. And now the remnants was left in the roots of her hair, carrying the mad-woman behind her.