Friday, 11 August 2017

Stolen Hearts (Chapter 2)

Chapter 2



My whole body jolted up from the floor, like I got zapped by some phantom defibrillator. I was going to get up but I had no energy plus my head spun like an out of control broken wheel and I hold it as if it’s going to help how heavy the fuck it felt.
Why was I in the bathroom again?
I noticed my cat at the other end of the room, watching me with careful alert eyes. My predicament slowly dawned back to me and my hand automatically went to feel my chest.
Yep, still hollow.
Am I still breathing?
I didn’t pass out this time, not yet anyway - I felt completely disgusted. I want to puke what tasted like bile in my mouth and I crawled ever so slowly towards the toilet seat, holding on to it like my life depended on it. Nothing came out - I was puking nothing. In my ears, my gagging sounded different - or I was being paranoid. I wanted to say something but I was scared I was not going to sound myself or maybe this was some sort of glitch in the Matrix. C’mon it can’t be me, I plead to the gods old and new,  as I held on the toilet seat tighter, feeling a little comfort that I cleaned the day before. I have concluded that, by now,  I should’ve bled to death, that’s for sure. I have to check it again. I slowly averted my gaze down at the my chest and then slowly made myself look to the gaping hole in my chest where my heart was supposed to be. I felt weaker than ever and felt my hold on the toilet seat loosen. I started crawling back to the pool of blood on the floor, lying back down on it. I made a mess of my newly cleaned bathroom and started to cry. Petty, I know. I do not know how to tell you in details on how long I was lying there on the floor, mourning for myself. How can I not be dead? Or am I just slowly dying? Oh my God, please don’t let it be voodoo. Or maybe I’m already in hell and I just don’t know it. Am I cursed? Did I piss off some fairies when I went jogging that one time and managed to kick some mushrooms on the way.  My cat knows I’m dead but not actually dead - he is looking at my cautiously like he doesn’t recognize me at all. And I cry some more at the thought of people finding out I am able to walk around like a normal person sans a human heart. I’m going to be a science experiment. They are going to cut me up in little pieces and evaluate me. Or they will send my innards to the hospitals. I have no idea what I was going to do next or where I was going to go.
‘Oh-my-god’ I heard someone whisper. I didn’t actually stop crying as quickly as I thought I heard it. I thought it was me but when realize that someone is in the same room as me, the instant feeling I had was dread that man was back. If he was back to kill me, I’d rather take death than this. I try really hard to sit up from where I was. I wipe my face with my arm, which I think is clean and look at the direction of the bathroom door. At first, I wasn’t sure who I was seeing and then I recognize the face. It was Jost, my co-worker. He walked in on me as I was on the floor, surrounded by a pool of my own blood, bawling my eyes out for god knows how long. He can’t be my killer coz he didn’t have any colour on him. Before I could say anything, he passed out.

C’mon man, I have bigger problems than you, I thought as I pointed at my chest and then to an unconscious mess that he is and then back to my chest, feeling rather ridiculed at this point.

I sigh and so does the hole in my chest. All I can do is to wait for him to regain consciousness. I wanted to get up or maybe crawl towards him to see if he’s okay but I was feeling so damn sorry for myself that I lay back down on the bathroom floor, on the pool of my blood.
About  fifteen minutes or so, or longer, I can't tell the time difference anymore, he stumbles awake.
‘Hey,’ I managed to finally say, my voice cracked, and I try to turn to look at him. He turned to look at me, looked at the pool of blood  and passed out again.

‘I’ll be here all day. Not going anywhere.’

Monday, 17 July 2017

Stolen Hearts (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1 


Tala

So this is how it feels like when you are at the end of your journey.


I didn’t think that there would be time for a self-reflection like this but here I am, doing what people in movies and TV shows do – self-reflecting, inside a cheap motel cabinet as I wait for the right time to stab that son of a bitch in the heart and get mine back – literally.
As this thought processes in my head, the man that I have been looking for, for as long as I can remember, is now in front of the closed cabinet, smiling at me, as if he can see from the other side. I push open the cabinet door and quickly stab him in the liver.
‘GIVE IT BACK! GIVE IT BACK! GIVE IT BACK!’
Life wasn’t always this complicated, I reflect some more as I watch him still mocking and laughing at me while I stab him repeatedly.


One thousand and seventy-four days ago


Here’s the routine: I get home from work; I feed my cat, have a light dinner, work out for an hour, shower and go to bed. When I wake up in the morning; I feed my cat, have breakfast, get ready for work and go to work.
There’s the occasional bar hopping, which I feel too old for despite being only thirty - there are just too many nineteen year olds in the pubs - I also have a lot to say about but that’s for another time. There are the dates that never went anywhere - it’s not me, it’s you deal or was it the other way around, I can’t be bothered to remember hazy flashes.
I got plenty on my plate.


One thousand and seventy-three nights ago, I woke up to the sound of my cat, Pushkin, meowing like he lost his senses. I didn’t open my eyes but I listened to him go at it, hoping he would stop eventually. I realized I couldn’t feel my arms and something was weighing down on my chest.
It can’t be the cat.
As I groggily opened my eyes, I see a stranger sitting on top of me, smiling, and waving around pen knife in front of my face.
It wasn’t an ex or my crush at the gym who I wished so hard would stalk me and break into my house in the middle of the night.
The knife gleamed, reflecting the little light that is coming from the bathroom.
I was frozen in place, conscious that this man will kill me eventually. I started shaking in fear and he was so amused by my reaction, the complete dread on my face. He was hushing, hushing and smiling and smiling. He slid down and lay on top of me, whispering that he could stay like this on me forever and nuzzled my neck. I don’t know how long that went and suddenly, he whispered, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll keep it safe’ and he plunged the knife down.
There was no feeling, I’m not sure if I even had time to scream. I do not recall pain or any words said after, just the sound you make when you go under water for the first time.


I sat up from my bed, breathing in as if I was coming up for air. The last time I felt like this was when I had the worst nightmare of my life which came true eventually - it’s a sad, sob story but that’s another story for another day. I was already crying. Times like these makes me wish I had someone to comfort me. I look at where my phone is and decided to just shrug it off.
We all have nightmares.
I get off the bed slowly and make my way to the bathroom in the darkness, feeling the wall and my surroundings for support. I could’ve sworn I left the light on. I am feeling rather disoriented and a little lighter in some way.
It was just a nightmare, I assured myself again.
Just a nightmare, I tell myself again as I find and flipped the switch on. The first thing I see when I looked on the mirror was blood. My entire reflection on the mirror is covered in blood. My entire chest, my shorts were covered in blood and there was a hole where my heart is supposed to be.


All I remember were flashes, like visual cue cards were being shown to me in random but I refuse to read it or follow it.
Reaching out to the hole in my chest, shaking, convulsing even, I don’t know how long til I was going to die, who’s going to take care of Pushkin, my family, who will mourn for me, did I regret not eating that carrot cake - yes, fucking hell, who’s going to find me on the floor dead, everything went spinning and blackness.

So, if you are having a really bad day, think of me.
 

Thursday, 20 April 2017

The Family Stone 2: Chapter 1

Marcie and her sister Mills, sat in the spacious mini library their aunt Lulu has in her 3 storey house. Their aunt sent for them out of the blue and their father, Henri, their aunt’s younger brother and their mother, Libby, was more than grateful to send them off away from home on the weekend. They were picked up from their home by Vicenzi, their aunt’s butler, and arrived at the house by their aunt’s car.  
‘I shall call you as soon as we arrive at the house to check in,’ Vicenzi tells their parents.
‘That would be great, Vice thank you.’
‘Now girls, don’t give your aunt too much of a hard time. You know she hardly sees you because of work but don’t give her such a hard time about it, alright?’ their mother reminds them as she adjusts their clothes and check their bags.
Their aunt works in an office, according to their father, Henri. She works late, sometimes stays for days or goes somewhere to get a paper signed.
As they arrive at the house, Vice opens the door wide for them to get in.
‘Now children. Your aunt specifically asked me to ask you to read about dragons. The books we have on them are compiled on the main table in the library. She will be back tomorrow morning, if I am correct. Tea will be served at 3 in the afternoon which I will bring up the library, as usual. Supper will be served at 6 in the evening and you have to be in bed by 9, latest 10. Now off you go! I shall bring your bags up myself and I need to check in with your parents.’
‘Thanks Vice!’ they girls say in unison.
‘Race you!’ says Mills who is 7 to her sister Marcie who is 9.
Marcie lets Mills win like she always does and finds her picking a book on top of the pile and getting settled on the corner of the room. Marcie picks up a thin black book which she opens carefully. It looked like a diary and the diarist had careful handwriting. She brings it over to the sitting area and sat next to her little sister.
‘What do you think Aunt Lulu wants us to find this time?’ asks Mills without looking up at her book.
‘I’m not sure yet. She never tells us but only asks us to read.’
‘Dragons are a secretive lot.’
‘They are, aren’t they?’ Marcie says agreeing as she scans the diary for anything unusual or useful that they don’t know about dragons.
‘I like finding the Kelpie best,’ Mills says slowly as she turns the book around.
‘The Kelpie was pretty cool,’ Marcie admits. ‘We haven’t been here since the missing Hobgoblin, right?’ she says crunching her face.
‘It’s already past Easter….I miss Aunt Lulu.’ Marcie nodded in silent agreement.

‘Children….’ says a faint whisper. Both children look up from their books slowly and scans the room.
‘Over here, by the fire,’ another whisper.
‘There is no chimney…what fire?’ Mills whispers to her sister.
‘Behind you!’ The children turns towards their backs and sees a fading silhouette of Aunt Lulu’s face. ‘Children, there is no time. Please tell Vice to look for Alexandria. She will be looking for me and she will know what to do. I love you bo-
The fire disappears just as it appeared.
Mills is holding on to her sister’s sleeve and Marcie is holding on to the window sill. They stared at the empty area where the fire once was and remained speechless until there was a knock on the door.
Vice came in with a large tray, ‘Children…what’s wrong??’ The girls burst into tears and ran towards Vice who quickly set down the large tray on the table.
‘What is the matter?’ Vice asks the two inconsolable girls.
‘Aunt Lulu is – in trouble…she says to find Alexandria…’ Marcie says as she tries to control her sobbing.
‘Who in the world - ?’
‘Um…hi there. I’m Alexandria or you can call me Alex,’ All three turn in surprise to find a rainbow coloured haired lady standing behind them, grinning. ‘Do you guys know where Lulu is?’