Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Reality or Not

 Twigs from the tree that stands outside, tap on my window. They scrap down as if someone is clawing their way inside. I haul the covers back onto my bed and bundle them around me. My stomach feels hollow and empty. As if something is eating me from the inside out. Guilt. I sink myself further and further into the blankets. Hoping that if the world is hidden the guilt will slowly slip away. How do I fill this pit in my stomach.
I swing my legs out of the covers and tiptoe towards the door. I slip downstairs in the dark and slide into the kitchen. I pull the fridge door open and gather an assortment of food that will hopefully fill me up. I balance the food in my arms and trudge towards the lounge. The television switches on automatically. Thank god for technology. Dreadful blood curdling screams greet me. My brother yet again left the T.V on one of his ungodly horror movies. He knows I don't sleep and he insisted on leaving them on. Probably his way of saying "Mornin' Sis". I dive for the remote and put on my favorite movie. The Hallway that Breathes. It's a movie about a house that's alive and these teenagers go in and the hallway changes every time they move. I like horror movies. Just not my brothers horror movies. His are too unrealistic. When my favourite scene is playing (a scene where one of the girls goes missing and the hallway gets longer) I hear shrieking from upstairs. I shovel a handful of chips in my mouth and lumber upstairs. The screams come from the cupboard. My legs wobbled and when I opened the cupboard door I was no longer in my house. I stood in a wide open field with flowers blossoming everywhere. I fall into the flowers and bundle them in my arms. Bees buzz around my head. I close my eyes and I hear violins and pianos beginning to play. I open my eyes with a jerk. The air around me is thin. My mother and father hover over me. Me dark hair is brush and put in a halo braid. I try to move to no eval. Around me is a giant cushion almost like a bed. My father reaches over me. But he is not pulling me out. He grabs a wooden plank and drops it over me.
"We're gonna miss ya sis" Says a voice outside the box.
The scent from the flowers grasped in my hand waft up my nose. I throw them aside and pound on the sides of the box. I hear my mother call from outside.
" Shut up and stop screaming"
Her arms grasp around me. I open my eyes and I am in the lounge again. Real or not.

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