I silently listened to the hum of the ancient air conditioner with its' loud low growl that rumbled through my disorientated thoughts. My large rectangular window's curtains stirred slightly, the soft sound a low sigh that brushed eerily against my sweaty back. I tilted my bony, sickly shaped shoulder blades uneasily, as my large king bed gave a loud creak in its disagreement to my movement. My shaggy dark hair flopped into my light emerald eyes that seemed to be an alluring shade of green, an intriguing beacon in the shadowy haunting room. My gaze traveled slowly, shifting up to the dark, cream like ceiling as a thought tainted teasingly at my curious conscious.
"I wonder if Clarissa's awake...", I muttered, my voice dry and brittle that pierced through the air conditioner's mumbles. I rose with, what to be seen as exaggerated slowness, my bed's croak seeming to sigh in relief from the weight being removed. I glanced back at my great king bed with its' damp imprint of my sweaty back and the rumpled grey sheets that sat tangled at the bottom of the bed. I wiggled my toes into the soft white carpet with its' long feathery tendrils that stretched, grasping my feet in a warm, soft, welcome embrace. My scarlet shirt layed loosely on my slumped shoulders and came a little past my waist. Adjusting my stance slightly, rolling from my heels to my toes for essential stealth, I glided into the wood floored hallway.
A lone portrait stood out, obliviant, that it was not near any brethren. Its wide, wood-carven frame clinged determinedly on a wrinkled and well-creased photo of my two parents. My dad's large, almond colored eyes beamed down at me, unspoken pride seemingly stored in the old picture's eyes. His beefy arm cradled my mother's stout neck snugly, her plump face alight with a brandishing smile. My mother was quite a round shaped women, her attitude an arcane mystery, one minute you can have a soft gentle puppy to a fire breathing dragon. But you couldn't just stop loving her. My pale face flushed with a dark scarlet tint as I remembered what my disgraceful father had affected this wonderful woman. My usual calm, bored demeanor was replaced by a unpredictable angry storm. Turning away quickly, my feet slapping the ground now, elegance forgotten, across the hard floors that had such a coldness that sent prickling sensations that tickled and buzzed at my toes to the end of my heel. To forget the dreadful memories of the harsh, unforgiving past, I remembered why I got up anyway. Stomping to my sister's door I raised my pale hand and gingerly placed it on the dimly lit brass door knob. Twisting my wrist, the door swung open easily with a low "click". My dear Clarrisa's window's almost painting like view of Maine's biggest city flashed brightly, the surrounding building's lights casting light pink, blue, white reflections on my sister's gentle round face. Her thick form clearly tangled in engulfing neon green blankets rose gently with a slow, relaxed breathing. A small shark like smile wormed itself on my face as I turned away, the door closing, protecting its precious treasure. Turning to my right, I slowly leaned against our dull navy blue walls and slid down.
Waves of nausea rolled over me, my mouth feeling foamy and my throat was suddenly burned with acid that snaked into my mouth, demanding to pursue outwards. Clamping my hand over my mouth, I launched forward, clumsily stumbling to the nearby kitchen trashcan as the puke pushed out with an unstoppable force. My hands slammed onto the rim of the trashcan as I hurled violently again, foamy liquid bubbling in the low grey trashbag of the trashcan sickly. I dragged my sweaty hand over my messy mouth. Beads of sweat glittered under my dark bangs as they slid down, seemingly wishing to be free of this wretched being. I straightened as my determined cat like eyes glittered dangerously as they shifted around looking for the place that could calm this wretched disturbance that pulled and darkened my conscious. The basement.
A tiny, snake like voice slithered into my scattered conscience with an aura of lurking sin..
"S-s-silly boy... Not even s-s-solitude of one's s-s-soul can s-s-save you..."
My eyelids fluttered to a close, my eyesight slowly drifting to a dark phase. My mother's voice echoed, the memory's sound reverberating harshly into my throbbing, pounding head with a fiery agony searing through any sane clear thoughts.
"Now Jace... If you have that despicable voice again, let me know immediately to go pick up more of your medication at the pharmacy. ". I remembered her usually care free face tilting up to peer directly into my lanky self, with an obvious tint of worry with.. what seemed.. a tinge of fear? Of me? I had reassured her confidently, but twinges of doubt stabbed at my heart as she bit the inside of her cheek, her thin arching eyebrows drawing in to meet each other, her crystal blue gaze swimming with almost apparent tears.
I shook my achingly painful head, as I stumbled wearily to the small frame that guarded the stairs to the basement, my hand clamping forcefully to steady my trembling self. I stretched one leg out cautiously, my hand moving to grip the rail as I skipped the first board that always creaked, its usual moan a long, painful one as if in wretched agony. Trembling violently now, I slowly made myself down the long thick stairs as I slowly descended in encroaching, unpredictable darkness with its' ghastly silence that battered and screamed piercing sirens into my dull ear drums. My back slowly straightened, as I welcomed the darkness, making myself downward forward, into the grasping tendrils of what seemed Hell itself.
~To be Continued!~
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Uninvited Guests
Non-Fiction"His heart was pounding. He was sure he had seen the door knob turn."
