The Musings of a Lily

Sacrilege Behavior

Chapter Nine : Sacrilege Behavior

I fly my eyes open clutching at my chest and frantically grabbing the hairpin on my head!

I throw it away somewhere I couldn't see in the dark and heard the clutter on what sounds like a piece of furniture, then the ground. I'm still hyperventilating.... "It's just a dream, it's just a dream ...." I keep whispering to myself; thankful that the monster it had turned into, wasn't true.

I can't get that image off my head ... lying still while its slowly growing branches and leaves expand stealthily, drill relentlessly in my head, reaching my chest to stammer my heart like a bullet. I tried to pull it out but it burned me.

I switch on the light stand to see if my hand is really burned, but there's nothing.

This light isn't enough, I need to get out of this room. I need the garden where those creepy dark halos in the corners of this room won't exist there.

You shouldn't have forgotten to take it off before you slept.

I jumped again!

You're one nightmare I can't wake up from.

The only one who's a nightmare here is you, you're the liar.

It's 5 a.m., I know I should try sleeping again, but just the thought of closing my eyes is horrifying. Besides that it would be impossible, my mind won't shut down especially with another upcoming nightmare ... I have to go back home to see what Dad was talking about.

I left early so no one would ask questions, and I sent a message to Kareem so the phone wouldn't crazily buzz the entire time, because if it is I wouldn't concentrate on the stairs, apparently the lift hasn't been fixed yet! I never thought stairs could be such a burden, then came another type of burden, feeling like a guest in what once I called home... What! ... Am I in the wrong apartment?! A stout shield of darkness and silence possess this place. Sunlight has been a goner for a long while leaving the air stale and thick. Weird smells are circling my head, but when I went deeper inside, I realized they're just a mingle of terrible stenches coming from the bathrooms, and the kitchen counter. I thought salvation for the cake I brought for mother and Rena would be in the fridge, but apparently for someone who doesn't cook, they wouldn't bother to empty the old containers. There are things that have been a month in here! I'll try to clean when I'm done with this first. I leave the box on the counter, which is the most tolerable place and head to my room.

I got the letter out to keep it in sight and read the part about the desk over and over again.

" look closely at it, inspect it as meticulously as you can, as not all the covers are original.", and again I have no idea what that means.

I open the balcony to get some fresh air in and start to clear the desk; putting the books back on the shelves, putting some paper in the drawer while throwing some others. I haven't exactly had the chance to clean it since I was so busy planning my escapade from this house. But then what! I cleaned it, I looked through the drawers, I searched under it, and there's nothing that stands out.

After about an hour of repeatedly going through the same pointless cycle, even after some hopeless moments of searching the closet and under the bed for some reason, I finally gave up when I started thinking of looking in kitchen closets!

I grab the letter again and keep staring at it for while. What covers is he talking about?!

Maybe I'm reading it wrong, I mean his handwriting is great for a doctor, but still maybe this is another word.