Tyrant Eliza Chapter 3

3- The Thoughts

I loathed her to an extent where I might be insane, as if I wasn’t already. She just stood there like a dead log, possibly waiting for someone to slap her already faded conscience away, or to make her sane again. I did exactly so, going forward and delivered what would be the most brutal swipe of my right palm to her damn face. And she flinched, before placing her weak hands on her own face, touched the scar, and felt the excruciating pain that I wanted her to experience. Her eyes bled tears, as she slowly raised her head upwards, staring at me with those seemingly innocent eyes, as if she did not know what’d she done. I ignored her silent plead for mercy as I looked back at the location of my mother’s decapitated body, which just vanquished without leaving a trace or clue. I thought, okay well, my mind was playing its usual cliché tricks on me again, for the umpteenth time.

How bad could it be?

Until I realized that the girl who I just slapped wasn’t exactly Eliza. No wait, she was my mother, and well she looked like her. But my apparently malfunctioned brain decided to alter between the two images and I grew extremely frustrated of it, and punched the woman’s face, whoever she was.

“You… Beast!” She somehow ignored the pain and began to have a major shift in her already wicked attitude. I was certain she might just suddenly transform into the witch anytime soon, but the worse didn’t happen. I frowned the most upset frown in my entire frown-filled life; my eyebrows literally forced my eyelids to appear very, very wrinkled and awkward, and old. My right hand rose and spontaneously clenched into a cold hard fist before delivering another punch to my adversary. And who knew how vigorous the raging flames in my heart were when she simply eschewed the incoming attack with ease. I was not satisfied.

“My mom was never dead, so stop playing games with me, so-called brain of mine!” I charged forward, attempting to ram the Eliza-Mother-Witch “hybrid” with my rough shoulders. I expected it; I just passed through it as if it were never there the entire freaking time. I glared at a distanced tree, which seemed way too innocent. My instincts guided me to the particular symbol of Mother Nature, possibly wanting me to examine it. I mean, how bad could it be?

Well, I repeated that sentence twice, so I should already expect the worse. But I didn’t notice anything unorthodox about the simple tree. Except it looked irritatingly familiar, and no my schizophrenic mind could not and probably never will be able to add thoughts or play tricks which I never have experienced before on me. So I assumed it was from some distorted childhood memories that I couldn’t seem to remember. No wait, I did not even have a proper childhood, as my mind couldn’t translate which thoughts were real and which were just nasty tricks. My mind was a mischievous one.

Still leaning my back on the ordinary tree, I noticed the truck was gone, and the road traffic somehow resumed; cars of various bright and dark colours crossed my eyesight, as I got a sudden urge to go back home, which was just across the busy road. And I observed the traffic light, which somehow just emerged out of nowhere, like all of the other random stuffs. A view of a green patch replaced the red one, as I calmly walked forward, with utter confidence, knowing that for that moment only, I was the king of the road.

Until a speeding truck appeared to have its brakes destroyed by some crap, or the driver had a little too much booze, or he just wanted me dead.

Whatever, the truck was going to either send me flying six feet into the air, or eradicate my bodily organs.

And yes, it was the same truck driven by Eliza, which decapitated my “mother”. Well, that may be untrue as well, I didn’t know. The truck just drifted through me, as if I were invisible, or invincible, or just not there. My mind never played me this much before, and I didn’t stress myself too much recently. So I affirmed my thoughts, and came to a grand conclusion.

“This is a dream.”

Great, so I nearly lost my virginity, fought with a wrecked bitch that turned into a witch, had my mother ran over by a truck driven by the aforementioned witch, leaned on a stupid tree on the opposite of my house, only to let a junk-loaded truck warping through me and finally deduced that they were all fake. And I couldn’t get out of that dream, and I’d never been stuck before like that. So I decided to just stroll around, waiting for my false perception of time to pass. And nothing much happened I guess, except for occasional sightings of the witch Eliza and human Eliza. I thought for a second, and soon I saw light a few meters away. It was a small burst of light, spreading to all conceivable directions, and it was consuming me, slowly.

I might just die a slow death then.

***

“You’re awake!”

“Oh my dear Shadow…”

There were just two separate voices shooting down my eardrums, each of them filled my thoughts with the clarity that I so desperately needed. The voices were filled with a hidden symptom of relief, as if the chains on their legs were unbound. I blinked twice, my eyelids stretching to the max, before ultimately surrendering to the awe-worthy prowess of artificial white light. I didn’t know how long has my pupils blinded itself from realism, but it must be an unpredictably long period of wasted time.

Oh, and I was lying in a white hospital bed, been a while since I slept on a bed as comfortable and huge as that.

“Mom, where am I?” I was the most curious person, but my mother refused to acknowledge it, and embraced me with a big warm motherly hug. She smiled, and I reciprocated.

“You’ve been in a coma…” Behind my mother was a doctor dressed in white, and beside him was a girl dressed in white. My day was seriously a white one.

“…for three months.” Well, I wasn’t actually flabbergasted. At least I could be sure that my mother being decapitated and the witch was just a mere dream.

“Nice to see that you’re safe Shadow.” She came to the side of my bed and locked her gentle fingers in between mine. She was Eliza.

My girlfriend.

Toxic II

She once said to me a raid to lie,
she did not know any show to die.
She did not understand my band to nigh,
she could only look a book, ask why.

When she sees, she's glee, she's free,
she thought it'll be drought when she sees sad me.
She did not care or dare to seek my plea,
she just only sat on a mat with he.

She could only stare and bear while down.
she could have beware and wear a crown,
she's just like a hare with a flair for brown,
she could have just bare and tear my frown.

Tyrant Eliza Chapter 2 (Revised 2013)

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

Of Shyts and Gay Parties

And with the various uphills and downhills, straights and curves, challenges and obstacles, and what would be the roughest year of my life up till now, I proudly proclaim that I ended it with a bang, one of the best moments in my life.

Yeah, the anti :@) fan club 3D2N outing, huge success. No explanation needed, everything went all too perfect that it might actually be a dream. So yeah, well...

- Sunway Lagoon was AWESHUM SHYT. Most :@) are afraid of roller coasters, but who cares. IT'S FUN WATCHING EACH OTHER GOING TO VOMIT DUE TO FAST SPINS AND HUGE DROPS. The river thingy was the best, went from flipping over tubes to just banging other people's tubes with our own tubes to underwater wrestling. Total epicness. Marry Brown's burgers rock, although they were small. Water splashing was awesome. Oh and the two most vigorous rides (Tomahawk, Pirate's Revenge) were on maintenance so DDD:

- Movie was THE LITERAL SHYT. Jack and Jill is like, the worst and most obnoxiously boring movie I've ever watched in my life, until I slept twice, even past the ending. A total rip-off from quality comedy movies. Well, at least I napped, so yay.

- Arcade was DANCING SHYT. Played table hockey and basketball. Oh, and I played Dance Dance Revolution with Ting Jie, beat the crap out of him. Well I nearly lost thrice, but oh well, it was freaking fun xD

- 1st night was IMBA SHYT. Went to Au Yong's freaking huge house, messed up his freaking huge (master) bedroom, infiltrated his freaking huge bathroom, threw his freaking many pillows everywhere, and had freaking lots of fun. We all took out our gadgets (iPhones, iPads, phones), and played the crap out of them, before entering Au Yong's room and played them again, except with random pillow fights and body slamming. And we messed up his bed. And we messed up his table. And we messed up his (I mean everyone's) hair, and clothes, and bags. And we snapped random (gay) photos. Yeah, it was fun. But seriously, we slept at 4.30am.

- Next morning was HUNGRY SHYT. Woke up at 10am and went to a nearby (well, 600m) mamak stall. Had roti canai and magee mee goreng. Nothing much happened, blah.

- Afternoon was GAY SHYT. I mean it literally. After another gadget-playing marathon, me, Au Yong, Wing Sum and Ivan went to take a bath, and we came out shirtless with towels on our backs, waiting for the water on our bodies to dry up. Then well, Ting Jie took my iPhone and started playing random songs on tap tap revenge. Suddenly me and Ivan started singing in awkwardly high pitches, all while lying down on the same bed with Ting Jie. Then Ivan decided to body slam and stacked himself on top of me, who was stacking on top of Ting Jie. And Wing Sum soon jumped and stacked himself above Ivan, and Au Yong, being the heaviest, did a grand slam on top of all of us, still shirtless and singing to Katy Perry's Teenage Dream. But whatever, it was an extremely fun gay karaoke, and no we're not gays, I mean it. Really, stop thinking about it. (Okay, maybe I shouldn't be writing about this part, but whatever xD)

- Evening was SLEEPING SHYT. Well, the others went and watch a football match and me, being tired from the previous night and the well, gay party, took a nap on the sofa and sleepwalked upstairs to Au Yong's bedroom and slept again. How fascinating.

- Night was DRUNK SHYT. Apparently Au Yong's parents organized a new year open house party in his house on that very night (Dec 31). So there were, well obviously food, and drinks, and chickens, and beers. Yeah, beers. We dared each other to drink the shyt out of it and got kinda drunk. And (most probably due to being drunk) we risked getting scolded by our parents by staying one more night in Au Yong's house, with "permission" of course. And we spent most of our time in his room, where there were numerous "unwanted" visitors visiting us messing up his room. Oh, and they were all old people, no young girls. Too bad D:

- Midnight was TIRING SHYT. We decided that we have nothing to do after the well, "failed" new year's countdown, so we switched to random channels while Ivan "registered" on a dating site and we helped him to send extremely sweet (really?) messages to "young girls". Oh, and Inception literally made everyone fell asleep, even though it's action-packed. And we went back to the bedroom and blasted slow songs to put ourselves to sleep, before deciding that it was only 2.45am and it was still too early to sleep. So we played with our gadgets again. Slept at 5am. Yay.

- 3rd morning (afternoon) was TORTURING SHYT. Somehow Au Yong, Wing Sum and Ivan decided to grab me and tickle the shyt out of me. And my scream was awesome, I mean it. But really, it was torturing. And my scream was recorded. What the heck.

- Everything after that was NORMAL SHYT. Lunch, check. Squeezing ourselves in a car, check. Short video game fest, check. It was way too obvious that we all were really, really exhausted with the constant rampage of activities during the past two days.

And trust me, I'm really satisfied about this "trip". Really, really satisfied.

Because I did not need to put on any damn masks in front of all my :@) friends. We sang together, we partied together, we messed things up together, we laughed together, we shyt on each other's shyt, we got kinda drunk together, and we had fun together.

No, get lost masks, just get lost. I'm no longer putting you on anymore this year. I've grown tired of faking to be me, faking to be free; faking to be what people wants me to be. I'll be liberated, and I will never, ever restrict myself again. 

Form 4 life was a real challenging one, and I managed to get through it without realizing who I truly am, wearing multiple masks and hiding my true spirit. Yet, 2011 managed to make me realize who and what are friends, and why they exist as my true friends. I didn't know, my lower secondary life was basically a huge deadly trainwreck, as I didn't know friends, I didn't know who were my friends, and I didn't know life. I did not know anything other than games and well, education. But yeah.

 This so-called "Anti :@) Fan Club" or whatever the heck the name is, being friends for nearly 4 years, accepted each other as who they are, and just plain love having fun with each other. Thank you guys, let's make another outing next time, a 5D4N outing? Or did someone mention a trip to Japan? Whatever, let's make it possible. :D

Oh yeah, happy new year guys and gals! Let's make 2012 awesome shyt. xDD

Toxic

He left the bar too far too often,
snowflakes melt and he soon felt forgotten.
False misery grieved he believed he gotten,
reminded of it pour us sore molten.

He saw your face a sad glace tonight,
reflecting a real too surreal to be right.
Scent of a drunk too sunk to be bright,
went insane with a bane of cigar delight.

He did not seem to beam my emotions,
putting aside his pride his tension.
Did not realize my bite-size frustration,
turned them into a real deal exaggeration.

Christmas Wishes

She went jolly in her state of mind,
even though she was blind,
happiness just wanted her to find.
And she always kept in remind
that no flaws shall make her rewind.

She went to her farm for a while,
which went a mile;
she just wished to be named Kyle,
not a person of vile,
just really wanting a smile.

She bent and took a handful of snow,
sparkling young glow,
from the paddy field she sow,
and molded them until they grow
into a spherical white dough,
and she knew she was slow,
but her enthusiasm wasn't low.

A cute little snowman she formed,
a little different from the norm,
a little bit way too deformed,
but she felt no need to storm.

As her ears caught on with bells
jingling from the middle of the city shell,
probably from a tree it spelled.
Her joyfulness soon swelled,
as she followed her tell.

Her world was a pitch black discovery,
and she saw no scenery,
felt no greenery,
as her parents were of evil sorcery,
restricting her freedom to their machinery.

So she embarked on an adventure,
to meet up with the lure,
so maybe her scars will cure,
and she will remain pure.

But the road was beyond tough,
as she fell and her knees went rough
due to being scuffed,
and she nearly called it a bluff.

She indeed lost her direction,
and thought it was deception,
came to light an inception,
as she felt heartwarming salvation.

"Oh young lady of purity,
you placed yourself in insecurity.
Would you like me, the guider of humanity
to bring you forth to the bell jingling tree?"
And she smiled, best of her ability.

He held her hand with full of warmness,
into the wilderness,
forest where man couldn't harness.
Along the way she felt his kindness,
and she went up to question his prowess,
"Hey mister, are you Santa in redness?
My parents said he was indeed generous."

As she ended her question of curiosity,
she realized she was, yes in the city.
Right in front she felt a huge tree,
with ever-changing lights she couldn't see,
yet just by touching the leaves she felt free,
in the middle of the night she finally felt glee.

"How on earth did she get here?" she heard,
"But she's a blind young girl!" were words,
But an unknown voice filtered out the herd,
"Her own heart guided her like a free bird."

As Christmas carols drowned the chatter of might,
she felt at ease with the tree in her sight.
She was thankful that her wishes did smile bright,
to prove that even she deserved to be right,
and finally had a wonderful Christmas night.

Tyrant Eliza Chapter 1 (Revised 2013)

1- The Night

She was too real; a fantasy she was not. Her feminine, smooth, silk-like skin of fragility seemingly pierced through the darkness which made up the entire confined bedroom. Compromising was not an option. Although her service was a paid one, she insisted on using her own unorthodox, slightly uncomfortable method; but it didn’t bother me much, as I waved her black glossy hair with my long, pointy, malnourished fingers; it was titillating, which enthralled my senses. I was a satisfied man. My left hand steadily slid down her very naked, yet very uniformly polished back, which excited her till no end, as she pleaded for more. Oh damn, was I cheated? How dare her—bastard! I deliberately used my untrimmed fingernails and scratched her back vertically upwards, leaving a light yet visible scar on it. I could sense that she wasn’t too pleased.

“I paid for it!” I allowed her hair to waterfall through the gaps between my fingers and forcefully clenched it into a cold hard fist; she wailed a rather sorrowful cry of pain, and I loved it. She deserved it. Gosh. She soon recovered from it and fixated her cyan pupils onto my own, and at that very moment, her heart seemed to be filled with innocence, I could sense it. I sense everything; I also sense nothing. She redirected my sight to her delightfully tiny pinkish lips.

“Kiss me.” She commanded; my heart stopped for a second, just one. I was again satisfied, so I did as told; our crimson lips slowly brought together by the mysterious force of instinct, as I indulged myself in the heavenly feeling of such an intimate action, my soul drowned in an undeniable state of guilty pleasure, and it was a lovely feeling. I loved it. I did not feel conned, as she finally surrendered herself to me. She was mine. I stared at her tranquil pupils one more time, but things went awfully haywire; chaos; madness.

“Get the hell away from me!” I hastily grabbed a long black hairpin. It was hers; she left it on top of a drawer beside our king-sized bed. Oh I was a lucky man; the hairpin contained a very sharp and very dangerous edge, very interesting. I vehemently punched her right temple, causing it to swell so much it turned into a red bomb which is about to detonate any second. It punctured. She let out a pitch higher than scratching a glassy surface, which lacerated right into my feeble eardrums; I could not take it anymore—she was irritating me so much I wished I’d die, so I pressed both palms onto her head rigidly and summersaulted her off the bed and onto the icy marbled floor. I then got off the opposite side of the bed and glanced at both of my hands. I was shocked. I was paralyzed. I refused to believe myself.

My hands!

They were severely deformed; twenty or so fingers protruding from various locations, with their fleshes and bones exposed; probably leaving the mightiest of all—air itself horrified at its sight; incomparable to horror movies, as it was pure reality. Such ugliness is intolerable, yet I felt no pain. Oh, and my left thumb was missing; was it chopped off? Did she bite it off? I wasn’t sure. But what the hell, a thumb is a useless piece of shit. Shit I say, S H I T.

It was inside that useless piece of shit—the woman. I saw it—my thumb sticking through her right eye socket, which somehow didn’t contain an eyeball. Shit. Shit. Shit. She firmed her right hand onto the bed and slowly lifted herself upwards. Something was amiss. She stared at me; her eyes watery—no, they weren’t. She didn’t have eyes other than two of my thumbs. Oh there goes my right thumb. Her mouth leaking out fresh red blood, and her nose wrinkled to the point where it seemed somewhat decomposed. She was pitiful. She was begging me to stop assaulting her with blunt weapons, although I couldn’t hear her well. I confess; her charisma started to infect my soul.

“I-I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean to-“

EEARGH!

She leaped onto me and pushed me to the ground; she followed. All her limbs were pressing down on my own limbs, symmetrically, just that I’m a handsome man and she’s an ugly witch. My right arm was a free arm, as she was missing hers, in place of it was a waterfall of blood. Blood. She was no longer a woman, but a monster with a mouth full of white fangs, seemingly cracked, yet there were like thirty of them; her seemingly bleached hair was too long, it barely came into contact with the ground; her cheeks weren’t cheeks, they were holes, as if they were drilled into. She was beautiful, I think. I’m crazy. She lashed out her serpent-esque tongue right into my shrieking mouth, which effortlessly went through the back of my throat. I lost my ability to breathe properly. I didn’t want to die. I focused. I could not die, simply because I could never die.

As I tried to regain my sanity (which failed), I sensed it—a pen touching the tip of my right middle finger, so I tried to grab it, but her disgusting tongue. It is annoying. I didn’t feel pain, just annoyed; it restricted my movements. One wrong move and my throat will be sliced in half. Why? Simple; her tongue was essentially a retractable sword. Ah how amazing it felt to have adrenaline gushing through my veins; I stretched my right arm to its limit, to the point that I might’ve torn a few strands of muscles. Why? Because I could. My extremely bare back was sweaty, as I was exhausted. I repeat; I wasn’t in pain; pain was nonexistent. But I saw it. A walking arm; her right arm in fact; it was severed with its bone protruding out of its green slimy wound. Green.

Its razor-sharp nails casually cleaved my right palm into three pieces; the pain was nigh unbearable. I cried, but not because I felt pain; I feel no pain; I just loathe ugliness, and my hand was somehow uglified, if there’s such a term. I had enough; with the newfound strength of a colossus, I delivered a sudden knee to her skinless abdomen. I was fortunate, and always am. She loosened her grip. I ripped her hand of my palm and stabbed the wild, untamable fingers right through her left eye (it was my thumb, but who cares), which probably dealt enough pain to her. She hastily retracted her tongue and flinched backwards, before lying flat on the marbled floor, star-formation. She panted too heavily, like a wild DOG that ran three thousand miles. I did not retaliate, and instead chose to sit back and lick my wounds—I mean ugliness. Whatever.

“Shadow!” I didn’t remember leaving my bedroom door unlocked. Yes, it was an insanely breakable wooden door, but my mother of all people should know better. I stared bewilderedly as she barged into my personal space and witnessed one hell of a mess. She saw me, naked, very naked. Well, I might be twenty, but my family is against premarital sex. I was in a total loss of words.

“Are you changing clothes?” Awkward.

“Uhh, well, yeah.” I tried to shoo her away, but she just stood there like a scarecrow waiting for the day when pigs fly, or when crows stop shitting.

“Son, you are so naked. Please wear some clothes, even though you’re in your room; unless you’re my husband who died twenty years ago, who had the best naked body in the world. If you really love being naked, at least lock your shitty door.”

BUT I LOCKED IT. ASSHOLE MOTHER.

Oh. I think I saw her—E(1ZA Marinette, the prostitute that I hired earlier, which somehow turned into a stupid witch. Her legs went over my mother’s naked shoulders (she was wearing a singlet), somewhat similar to a piggyback ride; her edgy nails seemingly piercing through the neck she was gripping onto.

Is this a dream?

She left—they left. I quickly put on a rather formal set of clothes; a blue buttoned shirt, black jeans and some old socks. I was anew. I checked my watch.

“Nope, ain’t a shitty dream.” My watch displayed the time accurately, unlike in stereotypical dreams where they would be distorted or so; maybe something like “932As:D” instead of “E(1ZA”. I remained calm. The explanation is simple—I had hallucinations; if it isn’t clear enough to you readers, I suffer from schizophrenia, a condition that somehow blends reality and fantasy together. But what about the bleeding wound on my neck? The witch wasn’t real, or was she?

“Shadow Vegas, we have a visitor!” I hurried down to the rather dimly-lit living room where I saw our guest, our rather familiar looking female guest. I vomited.

“Hi, my name is E(1ZA Marinette. Nice to meet you Shadow.” She smiled; I live an awesome life.

Damn.