She didn't meet an extremely handsome CEO or all-feared bad boy who would make her fall instantly in love. She didn't have loads of money to live a comfortable life. She didn't have plenty of friends to have sleep overs with. And she DEFINITELY didn...
"How could you December. I just died and you can go partying like nothing ever happen?"
Wait....what? Where am I?
I open my eyes and I am in a meadow, abundant with flowers and exotic plants. But instead of the plants being green, they are a sickening purple color.
"You let us down. You were never a good daughter!" I hear from behind me.
I turn and see mother. Her blonde hair is styled neatly and she has a flowy, white nightgown on. But her face is blanked out. I know it was her though, because she is wearing my mother's favorite necklace.
But the voice isn't her's. It's as rough as sandpaper.
"You disgust me! You'll never, ever be able to do anything right. You failed me! You'll fail Tommy!" she screeches.
"No," I say softly. "Tommy's getting better." My eyes water.
"So you think, stupid, naive girl. He's dying on the inside and you're just watching." she sneers. "He'll never forgive you for this. And you think Clara wants you? You're just another burden for her."
The tears spill over as the demons I battle are laid out by my mother. One by one, she lays the cards out, knowing that she has a winning hand.
Her emotions change from anger and disgust, to torturous hysterics. My mother is now sobbing and screaming in agony.
"How, Dessie? How did my little girl let me die? You let it happen! You didn't stop me. I blame you for this!"
The woman with no face walks closer and that's when I begin running.
I sprint through the meadow, narrowly dodging branches and thorns as the rough voice grows closer and closer.
"You are worthless. You can't do anything right." in revulsion.
"Why? Why are you such a disappointment to your mama?" in anguish.
I'm full on sobbing now, my tears blurring my vision. The foggy air along with my tears hinder my vision, causing me to stumble and fall over a branch.
Faceless Mother is coming really close and I panic. But I wasn't gonna act like those dumb main characters that just stay on the ground while the psychotic person hacks them to pieces with a saw, or in my case, with words.
So I get up and continue running, going deeper and deeper into the unknown forest. My knee is bleeding profusely but I persist.
"I'll get you, Dessie. I'll kill you for the disgrace that you are!" The fact that the gravely voice keeps calling me by the name my mother called me by makes my heart lurch every time.
I pump my legs with the knowledge that if I slowed up, she'd catch me. My heart is pounding erratically and I know for sure it will burst through my chest.
I turn to see if she's still behind me, but that's a mistake. I run off into the air, stumbling over the edge of a cliff that I hadn't seen. I wildly try to grasp on to something but my hands come up empty. I hear the gravely cackling coming from my mother's faceless form as I cut through the air, falling to my doom of the murky waves below.
Painfully slicing through the dark waters, I slowly feel myself drowning. But what I hear makes me thrash wildly, trying to fight death. It's my father's velvety smooth voice, something I hadn't heard in six years."What's happened to you December?"
The last thing I see is Tommy, staring at me through the inky water before I'm pulled deeper into the abyss of nowhere.
That's when I wake up. My body is covered in a cold sweat and I'm gasping for breath as if I really was drowning. The need to vomit is strong.
I run to the bathroom and empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I cry, holding onto the toilet for stability. I cry for my mother, for my father, for Tommy, but not for myself. The nightmare reestablished all of the feelings I try desperately to escape. The thought of my mother's gravely voice and blank face has me retching into the toilet again.
Tommy. Is he safe? I needed reassurance. He has to be okay.
I dash blindly through the unlit hallways, feeling my way to Tommy's room. When I open the door, I walk over to his bed, climbing in with him and pulling him close to me. He's safe and that's all that matters.
Scared to go back to sleep, I stay awake for the rest of the night, staring at the ceiling and getting my overwhelming emotions under control.
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Hello all. This was just a lil somethin' somethin' to hold you over until the next chap. Isn't the pic creepy as fudge? (yes, I said fudge).
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December ↑ (except she's not evil Gaston)
Any who, I hope you enjoyed it.
Constructive Criticism is appreciated.
Don't forget to...
vOte.CoMmeNT.SHarE.
↑idk what's wrong with me. Just felt like doing something different.
