2- The Woman
I chased her out. She was, and is, and will forever
remain unwanted.
“Mother?” I reentered the front door. I observed an
atmosphere of pure, unjustified silence. My mother wasn’t around. It was a
situation of most strangeness. She was there welcoming our uninvited guest five
seconds ago. E(1ZA. I tidied up the apparent mess that E(1ZAAAA--made; I picked
up old, filthy newspapers lying so lonely on the floor. Poor newspapers, I
shall be your friend. I went to find the conveniently located garbage bin. My
mother loves convenience, as she claimed she could save time. What time? I stood in front of it, wondering
at the wonderful little contents of a thousand wonders. Papers, food chunks,
and some used soda cans.
And a head. Black hair hibernated on itE(1ZAAAAAAA
“Oh wow, and my apparent mental disorder even welcome puny
little lifeless heads into my world; how fascinating.” I released the newspaper
crumble from my right palm and watched it fall right into the bin; it bounced
off the bloodied head, just slightly though. Nothing much happened. My heart became
peaceful again; these things happened way too often. Reality? Screw it; my mind
couldn’t differentiate between cold hard realism and fake useless fantasies.
I’m proud of it, because I am proud of everything. Some said that I could
predict the future, or predict their deaths, or predict when E(1ZAAAAAA But is
it worth it? I mean, it’s not like people paid me to do this. Well, whatever. I’m
a carefree man. I bent down and grabbed the hair. I pulled it upwards. I saw
the face. It was the face of my MOTHER.
OH MOTHER HOW C-- Such detailed facial features; her cute little baby eyes, her
three-inch long scar which was caused by an incident, even the exact location
of her miniscule amount of pimples were replicated without flaw. How did I know
her face so well? I don’t know. I expected the head to disappear in two
seconds; no more, no less.
“Shadow, come over here for a second, will ya?” Yes, I
heard her. My mind was innocent. I thought that she locked herself in the
bathroom again. I freed her thrice before by breaking the lock. The lock was
just too breakable. So I casually walked towards the wooden stairs. I don’t
know the reason why my house is so wooden, or why my life is so wooden. Just
before stepping onto the first stair, I sensed a sensation so powerful it could
drive humane souls insane, or to their death. But I simply shrugged off the
feeling. I placed my left foot on the first stair; my eyes gazed at the dark
upstairs, not wanting to turn back downstairs. I made a lousy poem, and I’m
proud of it. I said before, I’m proud of every shit inE(1ZA
“Will ya come in for a moment?” My jaws dropped. I
realized that the bathroom was empty. I was sure that my mother’s soulful voice
was heard from that direction. The bathroom. It was empty. How could it be
empty? Empty.
“Will ya come in
for a moment?”
“WiLl yA cOme in for a moMenT?”
MA21NETTE
I gave up resisting. I stepped into the lonely area. It
was darkness. A sink was located on my left, with one or two droplets of water
dripping out of the rusted faucet. A mirror was nailed onto the wall right
above it. Nailed? It is the proper term. The mirror was nailed right in the
middle of the reflective surface, rendering the entire mirror cracked, but not
broken. It was as useful as me; I’m a useless person. I switched on the lights,
and for sure the place looked and smelled like shit. Right in front of me
(about three feet), I saw the decapitated body of my mother nailed onto the
wall above the blood-filled bathtub. The beach-coloured wall was stained with
the sight of utter violence, cruelty, and nails. Why nails? I don’t know. Why
nails? Suddenly, darkness empowered the solitary bathroom as the lights died
out.
I took four steps forward and placed my hand on the
wall where my mother’s body was attached to. As expected, I felt no flesh, no
blood, no skin, no bones; yet the scent of death continued to haunt my inner
soul. Feeling dissatisfied, I turned around and saw my mother standing right in
the middle of the door’s opening, effectively blocking out the light from the
hallway. She felt too unreal. But it was my mother—the only other person in the
stupid three-story bungalow house.
“Shadow!” It was her alright, no doubt. It was her
voiceE(1ZA I hurried forward. My right knuckle kissed her wretched face, except
she wasn’t a witch.
She was simply E(1ZAAAA
“GET OUT!” I
chased her past the hallway into a sharp corner. However, I realized that I ran
out of breath faster than usual. I paused my running a while as I naturally
touched the back of my neck. Damn, how
did my wound return? It clearly vanquished a while ago. The prostitute incident
was just a dream, right? It didn’t take long before I found it torturous to breathe
in sufficient amount of oxygen for blood circulation. I felt like yielding to
Death. But in all seriousness, it was definitely my mind playing cunning tricks
on me, and I would probably get back on track in a jiffy, probably.
I took a few steps forward. The hallway was filled
with flashes of blue, red and green; more blue than red and more red than
green; the paint job was horrible. Before my mind could translate what
happened, my face was slammed by the most comedic weapon ever to even exist—a
frozen tuna.
I mean a wooden plank, but my mind interpreted it as a
fish, how amusing.
“What the fu-“
“Listen to me Shadow, your mother, she’s…” I charged
forward and choked her. She was struggling so hard. She tried to punch me, buE(1ZA
I lifted the prostitute upwards; her frail legs floating slightly above the concrete
ground. I raised my left hand and slapped her just to make her shriek. I feel
extremely satisfied, but she seemed like a dying woman, so I threw her
featherweight body five meters away; the thump sound left me all too titillated.
But she could not die. No, NO ONE CAN
DIE.
“What’s with my mother? Speak. SPEAK! SPEAK!”
”Go.. ou..t..side…” I trusted her mutter, as it was
filled with honesty. How did I know that? I don’t know. Do not question my
knowledge, as I am smarter than you readers will ever be. I ran back to the
other side of the hallway; it literally felt like an endless road in purgatory.
Unlike the previous hallway, it was just plain darkness. I didn’t even know
whether or not I’m running or walking. I saw her again, blocking my path to
absolute truth. She changed again; she was no longer a demoralized woman who did
not know how to play men, but was an annoying witch with the tongue of a snake.
“Get lost, you witch—I mean bitch!” I shoved her aside
before continuing my extremely remarkable adventure to the most heavenly
staircase in the human world, with the snake-woman on my tail. It was like a
cat-and-mouse game, except the mouse was a world-class runner. I’m proud of it.
I literally slid down the handrail of the twenty-step
wooden staircase, just hoping that it would impress the witch so much that she
would die of jealousy. I went out of my house through a hole in the wall, the
front door was missing. Sitting like a statue in the middle of the road was a
gigantesque truck with the WITCH inside.
I’ve witnessed my mother lost her soul; her lifeless, decapitated body lying in
a pool of fresh red blood.
The freaking
truck drove over her neckE(1ZAAAAA
“I’m sorry Shadow, but…” My mind played deaths with me
before, but not to this extent.
“I’m sorry that I failed to please you, shall we do it
again? I won’t charge you.”
OHE(1ZADONTLEAVEME
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