Albino Child

Nine

After completing a pleasantly restful night of slumber, I awoke to find myself in my original bed- the sheets a warm shade of beige and mattress plump with goose feathers, I was highly confused, the last place I recalled was the facility I resided in as a mere child, throwing off the warm sheets in a groggy manner, I realised that I was still in the clothes I had worn earlier, typical winter-uniform school clothes, I still donned my crumpled standard fitted girls shirt- for the male ones were to loose on the shoulders and short on the sleeves- it was tailored well and the supreme-quality Japanese cotton felt petal-soft and professional against my pale spindly arms, I was not completely skinny anymore- over the years with my new home I had gained fat that collected is sags under my arms and filled out my clavicles so they were less sharp, I was not exactly fat though, retaining my bony malnourished frame through my strange perception of food, some found it as being an important part of life that they loved, to the point where it is their sole motivation, while I saw it not as an enemy like lose underweight people but as a somewhat chore, only as objects that one is forced to consume by societal norms- these changes did not really bother me for my aim was to maintain human-like normality but to find myself transported from the facility to my home, I was terrified as to know what happened yet yearned to know the truth; yawning, I grabbed my phone which was still in my trouser pocket, yanking it out of the rear section, I spun the phone till it fit in my hand in a comfortable manner, I realised it was the weekend, but that meant I had missed a ridiculous four days at the facility, I furrowed my brows and continued to stare at the unusual situation; I reached into my pockets and pulled out the factory-iron analogue alarm clock, with this I knew that they were real- no-one else could have ever known about that place, especially after that incident- tears clouded and fogged over my vision as I cried out- screaming for that day to never had happened, I glared up to the ceiling with squinted eyes as my mouth was heaved into a broken clown-like large frown, my mouth ajar as I shivered with mournful melancholy, that was the moment that defined change for me- I was forced to part with the facility that was my home and all I had known- that place was situated in the centre of my life, my routine and existence revolved around what was ordered from that whereabouts and I despised remembering all of it collapse, I shunned the memories to the outskirts of my mind but, like all traumatic events, it seeded itself firmly and infected my sense of life.

The wavering screaming brought back flashbacks of the disaster, I could not close my eyes as the sprinted past like poisoned bullets- each memory a fatal blow- my eyes continued to water as clear salty droplets lubricated the air-shrivelling orbs, I desperately shrieked out a frantic plea of the end to this despair but none came, my life was played back like an old recording- sepia dotted the internal film and erased some of the measures I had put in place to hide and disguise that grievous event, I shrieked as I was her fragile sense of self disappear from my life, she was the start and end for me- her spirit would forever resonate through my mind, regardless of how much I tried to forget her and let her move on to the next world, I could not help but keep her for old times sake- the reminiscent voice that would be anchored to the my soul until I died, and when that happened she would finally be able to part with a relaxed sigh- I would have apologised to her grave but there was none for her, none for them either- those who were lost that day due the accident of that day were never respected, let alone given proper burials, after all what was there to bury when no-one wanted to return or check that place- not many knew of the position of that place let alone had been there in person, this facility was not visible to the public nor was it fenced off as private property but we did receive many visitors, but none alive, they were strung onto trees with rhubarb-red rope or pinned onto the lichen-covered trees with a range of many items- school safety scissors to sharpened wooden stakes to even innocent kitchen objects- however, these people failed to even come close to the facility, we were shrouded with a dense veil of evergreen trees that was currently known as an overgrowth that was considered taboo to visit due to the vast amounts of suicide that occurred there; parents were concerned for the safety of their children and the general curfew became 10 o'clock, no-one came out after that time until it burnt down and he was prosecuted by law- that was a painful day, curling up into a foetal position my resilient hollering became sobs of pathetic whimpering, I tossed the warm sleep-scented sheets over my head and wallowed in my misery and as I drowned in the intensity, I was once again enveloped in Somnus' embrace.

The bubbling miscellaneous matter was caught up in my throat, I choked on it as I was strangled by the seemingly-harmless sheets, they wrapped and seized my senses bringing it to a frightful halt, I was forcefully grabbed by the icy frozen hand of Albino who dragged me by the collar into the blank distance, was he taking my body somewhere yet I had no idea even though he was technically a part of the physical self, I could not access of tell exactly what his intentions were but the were not deliberately harmful, I hoped at least, I was taken to a white cube that cast no shadow and was thrown upon it.

"Ana, listen to me," Acne had gripped my face and whispered menacingly, "She is alive."

"Her? Are you referring to that foul beast of a human that forces me to do things against my will, because I already know she is alive, she texted me earlier demanding my next manuscript," I heaved out bitterly, I detested that girl beyond belief- people saw her as just the surface person she was, just that likable school-child- "So, yeah, I do know she is alive."

"No," Albino rolled his eyes against attractively long eyelashes, "Not that fool, but her, the one we miss dearly, while we accept her faft you cling onto her memory like a baby to a teat."

"But how, I saw her die in that incident that day, there is no possibility of her actually being alive after what happened." I questioned remorsefully, I gazed away as Acne let go of me.

"I know, I thought so too but she is not-"

"-Who told you?"

"You should know, Ver. did."

Of course, the  must have heard from them and leaked it to us-

"Correct, we are always connected after all."

"True."

"Forever chained to each other till the end."