Hello.
My name is….Caspian
Lately, I haven’t felt like myself. I look around slowly examining each wall plastered in chipped old paint. My family is gathered at the table smiling at one another all beaming like little stars in the galaxy that is my home. Breakfast looks sweet and warm as usual. My mother greets me from the kitchen where she’s been working to give us a good meal. Everything is as happy and normal as always, except for me. The warmth of this scene dissipates instantly against my cold skin, it doesn’t touch me. The food tastes like something completely different yet familiar to me.
“Mom, what is this?” I ask with barely enough of a tone for it to qualify as a question and not just a statement.
“Your breakfast sweetheart” she replies softly, eyes not moving as she continually drags a rag over each dish smothering it in soap, cleansing it of the leftover gunk on it.
“Why does it taste so weird”
“Well that’s not very kind of you to say” her eyes were still on the dishes, her voice normal.
“It’s just-”
“Enough. If you don’t want it you can go to your room and eat the bugs stuck to your filthy mattress you complete failure of a child. I never wanted you in the first place. Do you really think-”
I ate the rest of my breakfast, my dad was still finishing up the dishes as me and my mom ate together.
Well after the time for eating breakfast was over I realized my brother never came down, in fact I don’t think I’ve seen him in a while.
“Where is-”
“Where’s Lily?” I asked my mother but she had little response, only walking towards a corner, sitting down and hugging her knees, clawing into the fabric of her dress. She must be having one of her moments again.
Not to matter, I’m sure he’s just off at his friends house as usual. He doesn’t really like it here I guess. Maybe I’m not the only one who’s been feeling off lately, maybe that’s why I haven’t seen him in a while. If I had somewhere to run off to I’d probably be gone for days as well. I wonder what things he’s feeling right now. I wonder if he’s having the same problems as me. My minds been hazy, eyes heavy yet they won’t close, body aching sore specifically in my left arm, and most of all, I can’t remember the last time I saw an actual color.
Oh well, no time to think about that, I need to sleep, it’s far past my bedtime. All I need to do is close my eyes, not focus on anything and dream. I need to dream, have my mind conjure up a new world, a better world, one where I can see again.
Thump…..thump
Someone’s awake, they shouldn’t be awake. I slip off my covers and walk towards my door. The sound is behind my door- The sound is coming from the hallway. My door screeches as I expose myself to the darkness of my hallway. The sound changes as I get closer, it’s not thumping anymore, it’s not hurting itself anymore. I hear words coming from the room it’s hidden in.
“I’ll fix you…I promise”
I have to fix her. She’s not being normal, normal moms don’t eat their children and serve them as a meal. What a horrible woman, once I bless her with freedom she will be fixed, she will be the god’s project.
Finally, I can finally see color. A simple swing and crush of her ribcage is all it took to finally get some color. I needed that color, I needed to see. It would be so easy to open her up and be able to surround myself in it. I could cover my whole body in it. I was so happy. The only color I would ever need in my life is right here, spread across the floor.
I guess it’s time for lunch. Too bad mom has been sheltering herself in her room for the past few days, I made such a lovely meal for all of us. Oh well, at least I have my dad. He’s been getting ready for the past few hours to go out and look for my sister. When he comes down he asks
“well, how do I look?”
“Hmm… fine, but I think you’d look much better covered in red”
ψ Burned Witch ψ 