Albino Child

Ten

Light, through the translucent skin laced with an intricate webbing of capillaries there was a definite source of shining radiance, it was not entirely unpleasant, it was not quite enough to a be a harsh intimidating glare but not a psychedelic dull throb- it was in between, the linen sheets of my bed were sleep-soaked and insulated my fragile comfort, it was an ample groaning level of dimness that I could handle, pushing off the covers in a fumbling manner, I was shocked to find what I thought was a mild light actually the nose to a grinning clown- his make-up, the cakey titanium-white grease paint was smeared crudely over his giant imposing face, fat greasy voluptuous lips coloured with foul cadmium crimson matte and messy, he also had disgusting tea-toned teeth- they were butter-popcorn yellow with pieces of the food lodged in between his atrociously failingly-adorable tooth-gap- I shrieked and reflexes made me punch the laughing face, I hit air, it was seemingly real, was it merely imagination, I gasped in relieved fright, I was absolutely terrified at that moment but refused to look up to check again; curiosity peaked and I glanced once again to the upward direction, thankfully I was greeted with the clown on the end of my bed, it lay awaiting my next command, politely pulling my covers off, I was given my slippers on the side of bed by a set of toy soldiers, they carried the item as I placed my foot into it daintily, rushing away as I reached for the floor the clown proceeded to make my bed in an ordered manner, I disregarded the creature and walked out of the room and to the bathroom, it was a brightly lit room- white light flooded the area causing me to flinch- I basked in the brightness, it was awakening and fresh. I yawned, stretching out my sore limbs just before I began to unbutton my shirt, the crinkled fabric was eased open as I nimby removed the latches, I caught a glance at my chest in the reflection of the mirror and looked up, reaching out to touch the mirrored image, I tentatively stroked the dusty cold surface with soft strokes, I saw ribs, they were somewhat easily visible as I heaved in, as I did so, I followed the crevices- the natural contours between the ribs- as I went lower and lower to the bottom of the cage, I applied more pressure and pushed my hands into the flesh in a grabbing motion, they were sculpted- I deeply desired a more beautiful frame, a slim hourglass shape was, in my mind, optimal, I knew that males were not exactly designed to have such silhouettes but that did not stop me from trying to achieve that ideal, while I refrained from corsets I did control my diet; once I had removed everything, I trembled as I approached the scales, placing myself on them, I silently prayed for a decent weight, I looked down, swearing I cursed my gain of weight, I had become a disgusting failure, the scales indicated a truthful number which was horrible, I was over 90 pounds; getting off the divine tool of judgment, I walked into the shower where I scalded boiling water onto my back, the burning pain was what I deserved for my score, I should have been getting scores lower than that, scowling I squeezed shampoo into my hair, the foamy lather building up as I scrubbed my scalp, I sighed contently, washing oneself was extraordinarily calming act and I decided that it was not worth getting irritated over, petty matters were not worth it, aloofly completing this habitual ritual, I towel-dried my hair, the tips tickling my skin, I wrapped the fluffy white fabric over my slender frame, strolling back to my room I noticed that a doll had placed my clothes neatly on my bed, I nodded in approval as she curtsied cutely, a taller doll, beautiful and polite, she stood at a head under me, she placed all of my clothes on for me, perfect buttoning of my freshly-ironed shirt she even had my trousers warmed-up before I was placed in them, I smiled in appreciation and pressed my lips onto her forehead, I shallowly had stooped down and embraced her spindly figure as she blushed and smiled back tenderly.

We let go after a generous couple of moments, she stroked my cheek with painted nails and parted, resuming her stationary position next to the shelves of other dolls, she had seemingly organic movements but was far to beautiful to have been really human- flawless skin, dark rosebud lips and large tilted eyes, they were a warm cobalt blue, rimmed with indigo and webbed with dull lavender and amethyst, I could stare into them for hours upon end without even getting bored- they twinkled and sparkled like an icy kaleidoscope- I adored them wholeheartedly, she was one of my pride and joys and it was evident, she was given new clothes much more frequently that the others and given many more priorities in comparison to the other characters; the clown tapped me on the shoulder, I genuinely despised him but cared too much to throw him away, it would be too hard to cut him off even though he was more of a nuisance in comparison to my lovely dolls, honestly though, I would find life difficult without him, for even though I have managed without, he was an integrated part of my calculation but the main reason I disliked him was for his appearance, I preferred refined porcelain figures hence the doll was highly prized, the shapeless and ugly clown with the garish makeup and impractical clothing was a hindrance to my thoughts, I wished to focus more on knowing about what really happened to her, and the new news I heard but his distasteful appearance was genuinely disturbing my presence and capabilities to think.

"Clown," I addressed him in a clipped professional tone, "Go and clean the house, I expect it to be without any trace of dust by this evening, also, make me a cup of lukewarm honey-milk."

The clown bowed and left the room in a flustered hurry, sitting down on my bed, I leaned onto my knee and gathered what I knew to see if it could apply: there were few survivors after that fateful incident, children-wise very few, I knew that one had felt an overwhelming amount of traumatic stress after that night but had managed to battle it out so she could create a seemingly average life- she was doing so well to hide her roots as well, but her morbid tendencies were too much and she- my voice faltered as I recalled her miserable ending, her story was the first of us and mine the second, I sighed, groaning and grumbling pain I once again yelled out for my drink, the doll rolled her eyes and danced to the kitchen where she hopefully would complete my request; but her, the girl I deeply missed had to be gone, I had seen her fade out of life that day and I wept for the first time, my voice hoarse from bitter lamenting, I could easily recall the sour bile choke and coat my raw innards, I shivered in disgust, the older girl was connected to her younger sibling, I knew that she constantly repeated how much she wanted to be with her sister again but I did not realise she would actually do so.

Smiling in relief, the warm concoction was passed to me, I thanked her with a small token of appreciation as she once again resumed her position.

Taking a sip of it, I realised there are the peering of an eyeball within my drink...