Imagine if someday you returned home to see a dead body in the kitchen. A body which unfortunately or otherwise is that of a family member, hanging from the ceiling- and who knows how that person hung up the rope in the first place.
This was the sight Hanalea Gilde came home to, and she scanned the body that dangled limply from the ceiling from bottom to top. Her mother, a woman with long blonde hair that darkened to brown at the ends, had her eyes closed and face a mask of peacefulness.
Hanalea reached a hand into her pocket, and took out her phone. Levelling the camera at her mother's body, she snapped a picture of it and attached it to a message to her father.
"Look, Dad, Mom hung herself again. How many times has she done it already? She should be getting tired of it soon." She sent it with the press of a button and looked up. A huge gust of wind blew through the open kitchen window, causing the rope to creak sharply and her mother's body to move in harmony.
"Mom, wake up. This is no place to sleep." Hanalea chided.
Hanalea's mother, now with a vivid bruise circling her neck stirred a little, slowly opening startlingly luminescent pale blue eyes.
"Oh, Hanalea. Welcome home." The former dead body named Abyssia gave a thin-lipped smile. "I am afraid I didn't cook any lunch."
Hanalea rolled her eyes to heaven, opening the fridge to reveal half the interior filled with all sorts of knives, choppers and razor-sharp scissors, as well as an assortment of bloodless limbs.
"Get your own fridge," Hanalea reached into one of the bottom shelves and took out a couple of eggs, some tomatoes and onions. "Your limbs always grow back anyway, you might as well sell these chopped off ones to some laboratory for experimenting." she cracked the eggs into the pan, glancing over her shoulder at her mother, who had somehow gotten off the noose and was coiling up the rope.
Abyssia pouted, much like a child. "No way, those are my precious limbs."
Hanalea sighed deeply. "Try cutting off your head next time. Maybe it will actually work."
In response, Abyssia opened the freezer's doors, taking out a large cuboid box. Hanalea looked over and saw that a little dark red stained the bottom of the box and its edges.
"Wanna see? Believe me, I have tried it already." Abyssia placed one hand on the lid.
Hanalea barely suppressed a shiver. "No thanks."
Abyssia looked rather disappointed as she placed the box back into the freezer. "How was school? Is your blog doing well?"
Hanalea turned the eggs over in the sizzling pan with a wooden spoon. "It was fine as usual." she answered blandly. "My blog made it into first position," Hanalea then added, her voice brightening.
"Oh, that's great." Abyssia's reply was distant. "What do you think I should try next?"
Hanalea frowned a little. "Why don't you try stabbing yourself in the heart? It's worth a shot." she offered.
"Who's going to take care of you then?" Abyssia protested, much to her daughter's chagrin.
"Isn't you dying the point here?" she diced the tomatoes, tossing the small cubes into the pan.
"Hmmm..."
Hanalea looked at her mother. There it was, that thoughtful expression on her face again, those usually sharp eyes unfocused, gazing into the distance at something only she could see.
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My Mother Immortal
Fiction généraleThe complex, woe woven tale of a mother who is an Immortalis, one of the marginalised, and her daughter, Hanalea Gilde, who has had her fair share of pain, mixing together with the tales of others.... Little is known about Abyssia, Hanalea's mother...
