A Nightmare Reborn
Chapter 2 Part 1
The sun passed overhead, as minutes became hours. The mine is still out of reach, and my weary mind drug me to the ground. As I struggled to retrieve my blanket, I stretched out my arm and pulled out my flask. It was my gift, a silver goblet full of the sweetest nectar, it relieving both my body's and mind's aches. As I refilled my shiny friend, I imagined drinking myself into a stupor, letting no light invade my eyes. All I could see was darkness, its deafening silence being a welcome aspect to my psyche. It wasn't as if I required the hymn that comes from a resting lullaby, but more that I did not want to see anything further from this world. The nightmares that I have became accustomed to have infested both the waking and the still world. There must be an end to this, one where I can clearly see this world for its own. Truth does not exist here, nor has it ever. What I see with my own eyes, in my own mind or elsewise, can't be trusted.
There was no other choice. I dropped to the ground, stiff as I clutched my blanket, wrapping it around me. Clinging to my bitter memories, my sister came to life once more. My weary conscious and trembling heart had conjured a most tasteless treat, recalling what happened when I last saw her. We were at the diner, one not far from the central NYPD hub. She asked, impatiently,
"When will you get your life together?"
Her eyes pierced through me as we sat in her place of work. She had been a waitress as long as I've known her, supporting her own facetious husband. He was as worthless as they came, a chain smoker and a gutter-lying drunk. My sister had never known a life as a patient homemaker, but instead, a thorned flower, one that had stopped blooming for good. Her hair rested back in her white hat, and she expected an answer. What answer does she crave? Why am I reliving this painful moment again? I inhaled my cigarette in the dusty diner, and answered, not able to control my own self,
"Work is slow. There's nothing for me."
That is all I could provide? No apologies, no salutations, no remedies? Me, sitting there, killing my lungs, hanging my pride at the door? My sister, Candace, shook her head, and expressed her disgust with a rather violent face. She got up from the table, and said, hissing,
"Why does our mother favor you?"
This recollection reminded me of the bad blood between me and my sister. She had not wanted what was miserable for me, but more a better life. What she didn't know was that I felt my life was indeed already in shambles ever since I could remember. This memory had burned a mark into my charred mind, one twisted and contorted from the past that I had to face up here on these tapered plains. As I finally maintained leverage between me and the waking world, I looked around, not wishing to steady myself. I didn't want to get up from the inviting rocks beneath me. I wanted to lay here in my infamy. I couldn't, not now.
The creature nearby was one of hideous and ghastly proportions, with a head covered in black mud, barely attached to his long thin body. The body was one that was built to move quickly, it being fully utilized to close the gap between me and it. As my hand finally found my gun, I tensed on the trigger, but it was too late. It was already upon me. It stood there, as I pointed my gun at its protrusive head. Ah, I see. It was a female beast, one that had the same scent as my fallen sister. As my mind slipped, the beast became Candace, this time offering me a smile. As she reached down to grab my arm, I had no option but to fire upon her, splattering the remains of her once presentable face behind her. She fell, me taking the chance to gain my feet, lighting the body instantly with a match, fur and fabric easily giving feed to the flame. Burn, burn! Oh, gratifying fire! May you consume the corpse of my gravespun sister! To hades with you! Burn, burn! My mother was right about you! You truly are the family's fool! May the pits swallow you, for you could not kill me! Althia and the cosmos chose me, not you! Burn, burn! Fire, consuming flame, crackle as you eat the profane!
What a thrill! Now my sister is truly dead! Never will she hurt my swollen head again! I'm alive and she is dead! Look, she's been eaten down to the bone by this indiscriminate flame! Worry not, Candace! No maggot or graveworm will harm you! Althia will be mine! You will not steal her from me! The smell of your burning flesh is proof that I am alive!
Chapter 2 Part 1
The sun passed overhead, as minutes became hours. The mine is still out of reach, and my weary mind drug me to the ground. As I struggled to retrieve my blanket, I stretched out my arm and pulled out my flask. It was my gift, a silver goblet full of the sweetest nectar, it relieving both my body's and mind's aches. As I refilled my shiny friend, I imagined drinking myself into a stupor, letting no light invade my eyes. All I could see was darkness, its deafening silence being a welcome aspect to my psyche. It wasn't as if I required the hymn that comes from a resting lullaby, but more that I did not want to see anything further from this world. The nightmares that I have became accustomed to have infested both the waking and the still world. There must be an end to this, one where I can clearly see this world for its own. Truth does not exist here, nor has it ever. What I see with my own eyes, in my own mind or elsewise, can't be trusted.
There was no other choice. I dropped to the ground, stiff as I clutched my blanket, wrapping it around me. Clinging to my bitter memories, my sister came to life once more. My weary conscious and trembling heart had conjured a most tasteless treat, recalling what happened when I last saw her. We were at the diner, one not far from the central NYPD hub. She asked, impatiently,
"When will you get your life together?"
Her eyes pierced through me as we sat in her place of work. She had been a waitress as long as I've known her, supporting her own facetious husband. He was as worthless as they came, a chain smoker and a gutter-lying drunk. My sister had never known a life as a patient homemaker, but instead, a thorned flower, one that had stopped blooming for good. Her hair rested back in her white hat, and she expected an answer. What answer does she crave? Why am I reliving this painful moment again? I inhaled my cigarette in the dusty diner, and answered, not able to control my own self,
"Work is slow. There's nothing for me."
That is all I could provide? No apologies, no salutations, no remedies? Me, sitting there, killing my lungs, hanging my pride at the door? My sister, Candace, shook her head, and expressed her disgust with a rather violent face. She got up from the table, and said, hissing,
"Why does our mother favor you?"
This recollection reminded me of the bad blood between me and my sister. She had not wanted what was miserable for me, but more a better life. What she didn't know was that I felt my life was indeed already in shambles ever since I could remember. This memory had burned a mark into my charred mind, one twisted and contorted from the past that I had to face up here on these tapered plains. As I finally maintained leverage between me and the waking world, I looked around, not wishing to steady myself. I didn't want to get up from the inviting rocks beneath me. I wanted to lay here in my infamy. I couldn't, not now.
The creature nearby was one of hideous and ghastly proportions, with a head covered in black mud, barely attached to his long thin body. The body was one that was built to move quickly, it being fully utilized to close the gap between me and it. As my hand finally found my gun, I tensed on the trigger, but it was too late. It was already upon me. It stood there, as I pointed my gun at its protrusive head. Ah, I see. It was a female beast, one that had the same scent as my fallen sister. As my mind slipped, the beast became Candace, this time offering me a smile. As she reached down to grab my arm, I had no option but to fire upon her, splattering the remains of her once presentable face behind her. She fell, me taking the chance to gain my feet, lighting the body instantly with a match, fur and fabric easily giving feed to the flame. Burn, burn! Oh, gratifying fire! May you consume the corpse of my gravespun sister! To hades with you! Burn, burn! My mother was right about you! You truly are the family's fool! May the pits swallow you, for you could not kill me! Althia and the cosmos chose me, not you! Burn, burn! Fire, consuming flame, crackle as you eat the profane!
What a thrill! Now my sister is truly dead! Never will she hurt my swollen head again! I'm alive and she is dead! Look, she's been eaten down to the bone by this indiscriminate flame! Worry not, Candace! No maggot or graveworm will harm you! Althia will be mine! You will not steal her from me! The smell of your burning flesh is proof that I am alive!
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