Symbols In The Basement

Chapter Ten: Satisfied?

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Sammy's Perspective

Thanks. Closing my eyes, darkness surrounds me. I can feel my soul sink. It's satisfying. The voices fill the air with chit-chat. "His posture is," Carrie comments. "All over the place?" Y/n suggests. "Kinda!" Carrie chrips. One of 'em taps their foot against wood. "Sheep?" I ask. "Shush, shush, shush! You'll ruin the surprise!" Carrie chirps. "Sure..." I groan. I am self conscious about what tricks they may pull. I have thrived down here for so long, this life is a delusion to me.

Am I alive? Am I dead? What am I? I don't know. I don't know anymore. I think too negative about this place. I've held onto a blind belief of relief. That sweet relief of touching the sun again. That sweet relief of touching flesh. That sweet relief of being free of this inky prison. My body melts, I smell, and worse things come closer. Death cannot come, death doesn't decide who lives, yet here I am hoping. Death's cold embrace would put me outta my misery. No. That sweet relief will never be felt. Yet, these sheep were being kind. A kindness I shouldn't receive. A damned man rotting in the 'lighter side of hell'. But, these angels, these saints, take mercy on me. Sweep me up into their loving embrace.

"Okay Samuel!" The banshee shrieks. "Please," I whisper. "Is it nice?" I ask. "Sí." Y/n comments. My eyelids rise and the dark veil is gone. I see a small mirror in the blonde's palms. A smile is spread across their faces. I lower my head to examine my face. My non existent eyes are now bleach, my bald head swept up in a side comb, and I have facial features- nose, eyes, mouth, ears. The heavy feeling in my chest lifts. I have my looks again. I look up at 'em, a visible grin on my lips. "Th-Thank...you!" The words tumble from my mouth. "Careful!" Carrie barks. "Ya don't wanna...uh, smudge the merchandise?" Y/n suggests. The words are a slap to my sanity. Oh, so it's only temporary. Carrie gives me a smile and a thumbs up. Their hands are stained by the black ink. My bodily fluids? Disgusting. A low grumble comes from their stomachs. "Ugh!" They groan. Odd, it's been so long. I've never felt hungry since I have lived this, life? "Is any food here?!" Carrie screeches. "Uh," I begin. "Savoir has left some...gifts." I respond. Y/n's happy face turns to one of disgust and paranoia? "I'll pass." S/he says. Carrie looks over at me, folding her arms. "Hmm..." She hums. I don't know of any food. The only I know of, is those impure humans. Yet, I guess they aren't suppose to eat 'em. Who knows!

Y/n places hands on her/his hips and scans the room. Once, twice, thrice! "Halt! There is soup!" S/he declares. "Is it old?" Carrie questions. "Possible," I mutter. Carrie inhales air then exhales. "I don't care, give moi it." She demands.

Y/n shrugs and Carrie charges toward the tin cans.