The Bugs Chapter
Warning: This chapter contains gruesome, disgusting and gory scenes (if you let your imagination run wild) and those with a soft spot for animals, or insects in particular should NOT READ THIS CHAPTER. Kindly skip this chapter if you think you've become sick or feel nauseous only after reading this sentence. Those symptoms show that you aren't capable of handling bloody stuff like this or that you have a weak stomach. But if you're all for bloody stuff, you actually have a choice to read or not, just don't be too disappointed if what you were thinking of doesn't actually happen in this story. And no, it doesn't involve killing people to all you sadistic people out there just thinking of the worst case scenario. I assure you you'll just feel a slight discomfort while reading this. But if you imagine actually being the insect, you'll feel not only discomfort but searing pain, then... nothing at all.
"AHHHH!!! Get away from me! Shoo!" I screamed as a humongous, black bug was circling around me. Worse still, it could fly with those see-through glittery wings it had. It was flying round and round me, so much that I was starting to get really dizzy, I couldn't even see it anymore. It's like you're spinning on those spinning wheels at playgrounds. The ones where little kids dare each other to go up and see how long they could last, and while you're on that spinning terror everything around you seems to become blur and vague, you just see the colours bluring in together. Except in my case, only one irritating black blur was rounding up on me like those race cars doing their laps, at maximum speed. I tried to swat it away with my hand but it kept coming back. I glared at that black blur, my fear quickly turning into frustration.
"If you don't stop zooming about my room, I'll-I'll-I'll kill you with-" I looked around for something heavy.
"THIS!" I said, holding up the thick stack of brochures my mom brought to my room, asking me to "review them thoroughly and choose the school that appeals most to you". The insect seemed to understand me and flew down to my "study" table and crawled around on it's six legs until it stopped right in front of me. Curious, i moved an inch closer and upon closer observation, it seemed as though this insect, almost about the size of my thumb, was staring up at me with it's red beady eyes and rubbing it's two front feet together. It was almost as if this bug was waiting anxiously for something to happen. Strangely, it's actions made it seem... human. In less than half a second, I cleared those weird thoughts out of my mind, looked at that winged insect and i brought the brochures down on the table, FAST.
I heard a loud squish and instantly knew that I had succeeded in riddng of the bug for good. I put all my weight on the brochures and pressed down, hearing a crack and more squishes. After I was absolutely sure the bug couldn't have survived, I sat back down on my new desk chair and swirled over to my door, thinking of going to the kitchen to get some cleaning materials: rubber gloves, detergent, a bucket of water, lots of paper towels, scrubbing brush(the one with the hard bristles) and a can of insecticide, just in case. As they say, better safe than sorry.
As I passed the kitchen bathroom and took a glance at myself in the mirror, I realised my white t-shirt, with the recipe of Hamburger at the front, was splattered with red spots which, even though I didn't bother to examine them, knew was blood. From what? That gigantic black bug I just killed single-handedly for the first time in my life! I remembered what Dad would say, " There's always a first time for everything." So I was feeling really proud of myself, until I entered my room.
I dropped my bucket, and stared at the big puddle of blood on the tiled floor. Streams of blood were trickling down under my brochures, down the side of my table and plopping into that big puddle droplet by droplet. I wasn't normally queasy at the sight of blood in those scary movies with stabbing and everything (I sound so sadistic). But right now the sight of all this blood was making me realise that... I actually murdered another life form. I tried not to think about that. It was actually amazing that this bug contained so much blood compared to the size of its body, the blood was probably sucked from tons of families in this neighbourhood. Or only my family. I shook my head to clear it and decided to start cleaning the growing puddle on the white tiled floor, which made the puddle stand out even more. I put on the thick rubber gloves and switched to my "auto-cleaning" mode, vigorously scrubbed at the floor while letting my mind wonder of what Mom and Dad would say when they saw me. As if they were reading my thoughts, I heard the gate click open and heard my parents enter, talking about teenage girls cutting themselves due to stress or depression. I gulped, it was now easy to imagine what Mom would do if she saw all this blood and me in the middle of it all.
