The smell of rotting flesh was overwhelming. Still, i bore it and continued to search for my mother. She worked in an orphanage, and was due to be home by now, so my dad told me to come and look for her. I looked into the supply closet, and saw what must have been about twenty rotting rats, swarmed in maggots and cockroaches. Erlack. I fought back the bile that rose in my throat and stepped away. The back of my knees connected with a surface that i was positve had not been there before, i was pushed into the chair , i felt a small hand, as if from a child, connect with my stomach to send my falling onto the chair. I looked for this force, but there was nothing there.
The chair slowly swiveled around, and i recognised it as my mothers. This was my favourite chair as a child, me and my fried from the orphanage , marnie, used to play in it all the time. Marnie used to scare me. She used to tell me that she could speak to people who werent there. They wanted to get her. She was scared. She refused to sleep. The voices told her many ways of how they were going to get her. They were going to chase her out the window. The were going to hang her by the back of her nightdress. They were going to attack her with razor blades. She was tourmented until she went insane, they put her in a mental hospital. I remember they found her hung in her room. They thought she did it to herself, she was cut, ripped to shreads , nobody ever found the blades, she was found cut, and hung out of her window. She had only one note sellotaped to her mouth, which on closer inspection had been sewn together with what looked like a rusty needle, that said
" the voices told me to"
BANG!
A sharp bang brought me out of my thoughts, and a shrill childs scream filled the hallways.
I ran into the corridoor to see what the source was and i couldnt believe my eyes . I saw marnie.
"M..Marnie??" I stuttered and my voice cracked.
She gave me a creepy smile, which sent a chill down my spine.
"Why are you here, ellia?" Her voice was deathly low, like two stones grinding against eachother.
"Im here for my mother, h.. Have you seen her?" I was astonished that marnie was here!
"Ellia, i have become one of the voices, and i miss you, do you miss me?"
"O..of course i miss you marnie, i cried for days after your... Accident"
"My accident?" She questioned, a playful grin on her face.
"It was no accident, the voices planned it, they wanted me to join them, and then, alyssia spoke to me"
My heart jolted at alyssias name, she had been marnie's adopted sister ever since she arrived, but had been a sickly child, and hadnt lasted long.
"And alyssia sang, she sang to me ellia, she sang about you."
"M..me?" I stutter
"Yes, about how we will all be together again, and the time is now."
"What?" I gasp
She smiles at me, as she raises a fist and knocks me to the floor.
"Please... Please..." I beg, i cry
But marnie carries on, she slices open my skin like paper with a razor blade, she brings out a rusty needle , and sews my lips together, pausing every now and then to bend down and lick the blood from my lips, everytime she does, i am overwhelmed with the rotting stench of death and hell, and by this time, bile rises through my throat and escapes through the gaps in my stitching. Next she fastens a chain noose around my neck, jolting it every now and then to make sure it held, and she led me by the chain to a cracked mirror, stained with dry cracked blood.
"Look ellia, your beautiful"
I gaze into the mirror and feel my heart tear itself apart. I find that marnie has continued my mouth up to my cheekbone, and i have a thick black stitching across my mouth, bile still drips from the stitching, and i have angry purple bruises across my throat. I am beautiful.
I look into my own eyes, they are black.
Marnie grins and leads me to the orphanage window, she attaches the noose to the window pane, and stands back. My mind is blank. Everything is blank. Until my mother barges into the room and with an unearthly scream sees the beauty that i now posess, her eyes roll in terror as she looks at marnie, who alike me is grinning into her face . She screams again, she starts shaking and her eyes are rolling faster. She looks at me with complete an utter horror. Then. I jump. And everything is Blank.
She was an amazing artist, her paintbrush is a razor and her paper is skin.
Sleep tight
