Kotori-San:Are You by any means feeling suicidal?
Me:- Sensei.... Isn't dying easier than living? Yet, people prefer to live.... Rather than die.... Why is it like that?
Kotori-San:-People are afraid of what comes after death.... But, there are reasons to live for.....
Me:-I don't have any... I don't have anything.... I don't remember anything.... Anything at all.... I don't know about my parents.... I don't know about my friends..
Kotori-San:-Don't You want to find out about them? I'm here to help
Me:I know.... But.... Time... Is like a sword.... It keeps piercing my skin....
The feeling of wanting to die... But not being able to is the worst....
Kotori-San:-What do you think Is after death?
Me:- I don't know....
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I was inside a cold room, as cold as the winter season....
There was only a Flickering candle light for light....
I examined the room.... It was small... And Conjusted.... Just enough space for someone to sit in....
There was a blaring television on my right and an old accountant desk on my left....
My mouth was stuffed with toilet paper.... Containing Urine and Faeces.... I couldn't gag.... I felt a terrible sense of dread run down my spine....
There he was.... A man... Who was as fat as an elephant...
He had Faeces stashed everywhere in his face and he was covered in cold Entrails and blood....
I felt a chill run down my spine when he came near me....
He ripped out my clothes and placed his hand on my breast.....
I could smell his putrid fluid which ran out of his penis.....
Just in time.... I grabbed a butchers knife from behind and thrusted it into his manhood....
"SLUT!"
His alcoholic voice moaned for mercy.... I slashed it again and again.... Till he lay lifeless....
I could smell blood over me....
I spat out the toilet paper in my mouth....
A cold wind arises... Blowing the candle light out
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Kotori-San:I had a dream that I sliced off someone's man hood Sakura-chan....
Me:-I get dreams about getting raped....
I said in a low voice....
The room blurred out of my vision....
I covered the blanket to my knees and pulled it to me as close as I could....
Maybe today might be my death date.... You never know....
YOU ARE READING
White Pineapple
Mystery / Thriller"You are not created in the image of God God is created in the image of you" (Trigger Warning for: Rape, Mental illness, Self Destructive behavior and hallucinations)
