Just Another Normal Day

Is your mind as dark as mine?

The mere sight of her was enough to strike an insane chord inside of me. I could figure out 101 ways to kill her for hours on end.

I pull her by her hair, dragging her across the floor. The smell of the blood dripping from her nose is sweet with a tinge of iron that makes the hair on my spine tickle with rapture. She quit begging me to stop hitting her on realizing that sympathy was not my cup of tea. Little did she know that her audacity landed her where she’s now, helpless and alone.

I contemplate unique ways to dispose off the corpse. But she’s still breathing softly amidst the darkness of my mind that surrounds her. Soon this blackness would engulf her into an image I’ll play over and over again in my head.
Did she moan or was it the chair that creaked that I had been sitting on?
The sight of her long black hair makes me loathe her even more. Just as I was about to throttle her to death an idea struck me. I stood still thinking through the idea, the murder. The whole picture finally coming together makes me smile.
Out of utter darkness, a cabinet appears wherein lies a pair of scissors just waiting for the mere touch of my fingers against the cold, hard silver that, in a way resonates my heart.
I cut all her hair till her head is shingled. Then I reach for her bruised mouth and open it wide which is bloody red, making it impossible to me to figure out the color of her teeth.
She’s still breathing, I realise. Not for long, I whisper in her ear. Her hair was long enough for what I wanted to do.

I stuffed it in her mouth, all of it.

The hair wouldn’t go in since her mouth was small so I jerked them in only to crack her jaw.
I wouldn’t leave the corpse out here in this darkness, no.

In an instant the dark room turns into the hazy image of the old school building.

I’m in the hallway, standing at the mouth of the staircase. I push the body down the flight of stairs only to see it crash against the wall in the most unnatural and disfigured manner ever.

“Nameera, I can smell the tea burning” I quickly dash into the kitchen but half of it has already evaporated into the thin air. Great.

“Um, I’ll make it again” I tell my mom. “Where is your mind these days” she ponders eyeing me carefully (looking for a trickle of blood from my recent kill, maybe?¿).

I purse my lips and get back to work.

If Tears Could Think

She had been trying to hide me all day long.

Her eyes are fixed on the ceiling. To an outsider it may seem as though she’s listlessly staring at the wall but I know what she’s really looking at. All the memories are played by her mind and she relives it all; the joy and the sorrow.
She is watching him walk out on her and her mother for the billionth time. The memory evokes longing for a father she never saw. She bites her lip to keep me from getting out.

Hang in there, she’s telling herself over and over again. Her hands are tightened in fists as I tickle the back of her eyes. “No” she whispers under her heavy breath.

In a distance the screeching sound of the breaks of a car are heard. The leaves rustle against her window sill as the soft breeze caresses them. The dark night resonates her mind but I hope she can see the faint flicker of stars at night and begin to live again.

She holds her breath, she knows I’m making my way out.
She forces me to stay one last time but gives in eventually. She closes her eyes and lets out a deep sigh. As I trickle down her cheek I hear her thoughts, Why am I so weak?
Trickling softly down her flesh I wish I could tell her how strong she really is. It takes courage to let me go. As I bid farewell silently, I pray that she will remember me someday when she’s happy.

Cry,please,
Free those tears.
The pain will ease,
Melting your fears.

Remember them again,
When happiness blooms.
This isn’t the end,
You’ll know it soon.

-Nameera.