Albino Child

Eleven

My glassy eyes bulged out like bugs, why was an eyeball peering out at me through my comfort drink, it was genuinely disgusting, the savoury placid expression that lazily gazed at my repugnant facial appearance- my repulsive frown sagged in an aging manner, laughter lines hanging down into a deep creasing manner, the translucent skin wrinkling around my lips- my bony hand trembled as the liquid spilled from the rim, it splashed onto the floor creating pools on the waxy surface of some sort of biology textbook, I ignored it and scrambled off my bed to try and find a plastic Ziploc bag, I found one shoved crudely in my untidied polished shelf of books that I never allowed anyone but myself they, they were sets of hand-written books and private documents that were too valuable to let anyone of lower status to sort or clean, I fished the slimy eyeballs from the drink and half-dried them on trousers, hastily wiping off any excess liquid onto the fabric I then delicately placed them into the bag and sealed them airtight, I grabbed my heavy woollen steampunk-esque noir over-coat and rushed out of the house, placing the clothing on alongside a cashmere shawl and black leather tailored-to-fit gloves, I was set to go, my phone was lodged into my pockets as well as some other trinkets; racing out of the house, I turned out of the street and hurried as fast as my  unfortunately not athletic build could carry me, I needed to get to the facility, through the suicidal forest I swiftly sprinted, I ignored the decaying bodies that reeked a foul stench that curdled with the sweet, rich aroma of pine, it was distasteful that the authorities would not even remove the unnecessary human waste, could someone please just enter this unwelcoming environment and remove the organic matter- the mephitic compounds that created the aura of unwanted, unpleasant death, I personally was not in any way a supporter of this association of my home with the perished doings of foolish people, this place was holy, a sacred place that should not have been a skip for spoiled meat.

I snarled viciously as my nasal cavities recoiled but I did not dwell on the putrid fragrance, instead, I focused on the shadowy mass that hung in front of me, draped over spindly trees was the dawning morning sky, however, there was no sweet birdsong- only the heavy footsteps of my tiring feet and my animalistic panting was distinctly audible- there were few natural animals that actually resided in this solemn sanctuary- the predominance of the natural world that survived here were bugs, many-limbed tube-like creatures that slithered in the murky mud, feasting off the spherical shells of nutritious beetles, other crustaceans and insect-like creatures included giant rolling woodlice- grey and peaty from their constant play in the innutritious soil-, also macro-mites that festered in crevices within the rigid tree bark and spiders lined with coarse fur and looming hyper-sensitive eyes that sparkles like iridescent dodecahedrons in the peridot-tinted light; if I had ample time, I would have brought my camera and magnifying lens attachments to produce hyper-realistic prints using my retro printer and gorgeous sepia- the joys of the iodine-coloured liquid staining the pure picture were unbelievably satisfying, seeing the transformation between a standard high-quality image into a vintage masterpiece was awe-trembling, my mouth inwardly twisted into a reserved smile as I resumed my original sprinting pace, I soon found myself at the facility, hand running down the door frame as I lounged onto it for balance, the door was opened by the boy I had healed previously, he once again dragged me to Silence, demanding verbally I hesitantly sat down on the seat he had indicated I sit on before, the major difference with this one was that the other boys were not there, I raised an eyebrow in mocking confusion but the youthful male blatantly ignored my suggestive action.

Snarling, I pinched the boy's soft fleshy ear, "Where are they?" I whispered, tone laced with deadly venom, "Why is it like this?"

The boy flinched, a pained look flashed across his pale face as he looked away.

"Upstairs, sir." The boy replied with frightened softness, "Here it is, the thing you probably want."

He presented me with a single pristine letter that were clearly printed with the statement, 'F:V.', my eyes widened in a state of frantic shock, I knew exactly what it meant but formulating an explanation as to why it was like this was growing increasingly difficult- Ver. must have been the cause but the triggering reason for this, Ver. was a logical calculating man, surely there would have been causes to all of these events; I placed false shaky trust within this unpromising conclusion and snatched the slab of paper from his hands, opening it with hopeful tremors, I tenderly pulled out a letter and yet another item, this one was a card- were there card readers in this place, I was not aware of these upgrades- bitterly placing the key into a zipped up pocket, I felt rancorous tendrils snaked up my bony arm as unravelled the tea-stained letter- the quality of this paper was high, thick and coarse grains it looked to be cold-pressed and linseed smoothed, however, it was not well taken care of, this paper was clearly neglected and misused, it had distasteful cup marks and the ink was smudged in places, not to the point it was illegible but it was not exactly the simplest to dissect- I began to analyse the message:

'A,

N is dead.

My, my, it is rather sad, is it not?

Perhaps you mourned the loss?'

Stagnant pools of deep emotion became roused as I squelched the rising feelings into a somewhat dormant state, whoever wrote this, regardless of whether this was Ver. or not, was indisputably connected to this place, they must have known us from those times-

"I hate you." I muttered directing invisible despise at whoever was the author-

I could sense that conniption was concocting in the lower regions, the boy had stabbed his nails into my abdomen, squirming wriggling leech-like fingers into my bloody innards, I could feel him playing around my intestines, the textured tubes were lukewarm as he began to unravel them out of my body, the colon ripped out and shoved into my mouth, he squeezed all the foul matter from it onto my digestive system, I gagged on the faecal matter- the intense flavour of the biological waste was overwhelming, peaty undertones with a light dash of urea, the mix was certainly interesting, however, it did not make me particularly enjoy it- the pinkish limp muscle contracted and retracted many times over before it finally gave up and died, I struggled with my arms- they felt heavy and immobile, I honestly could not move them, however, what was the cause of this? The boy removed the pink tubing from my mouth and shoved a hot, almost boiling, sac into my mouth- it somewhat felt like a thick membrane surrounding a heated liquid, almost like having a balloon filled with kettle-boiled water inside it, it took me a few moments to realise that was my heart.