The Circle That Never Ends
Authors Note:
This is just a random story that popped into my head after a rather disturbing dream I had a few weeks ago. I hope you enjoy this rather morbid look into my head.
Feel free to leave me comments, criticism is greatly appreciated, though please try to be nice about it, no one likes comments like, "U suk, go dye in a whole". And yes, that was purposefully misspelled to enhance the cruelty; thank you.
~Muffin
The warmth on my palms was almost staggering, and I still couldn’t make my brain realize what it was that was staining my pale palms such an unusual color red. Skin wasn’t red. Unless it was sun burnt, and I knew for a fact that my palms could not be sun burnt; I continued to stare at the mess on my hands, feeling the warmth quickly dissipating and fading into a cooler, slimier, slightly congealed substance that had an awful coppery smell, a highly familiar coppery smell..
Like Blood..
A hysterical sound flooded from somewhere very nearby, and it took me several moments to realize it was the sound of my own voice, coming out in the giggles of a lunatic that just realized they were insane; I moved one of those stained hands to cover my mouth, to choke off the sound, and immediately realized that was wrong. The sharper smell of the coppery substance shot up my nose like a white hot wire had been jammed up my nostrils, it fled down my throat and caused a dry heave to wrack my body, my hand moving from my face to hit the ground with it’s mate, holding my body in a bent over position as my stomach churned and worked to pump the fluids and solids that weren’t there, out..
This time, I was much smarter when I lifted my hand to my face and used the back of it to wipe the spittle that had come from my choking and coughing, and when I lowered my arm, the back came off red. I chewed on my lower lip, realizing then that some of the red substance was on my mouth, and I tenderly slid out my tongue to touch the funny red goo that marred my otherwise clean face. I winced. The taste was exactly like the smell, coppery. Disgusting..
Bloody..
I choked, a fresh wave of nausea coming over me as the realization that what was smeared over my hands was indeed blood, and for the first time, I glanced around.
I was in a bathroom; one of those disgusting ones that not even the homeless wanted to sleep in. Two stall doors had been knocked off their hinges, one of the sinks was broken and laying on the floor with it’s pipes hanging from the wall like a gutted animal, and by the backlogged smell that seemed to fill the entirety of the room, more than one of the toilets was clogged from over use and products being thrown into their unsanitary depths that should not have been disposed of in such a manner. The tiles, walls and ceilings looked as though they may have been white once upon a time, however years of neglect seemed to have turned them a funky yellow color that didn’t look healthy at all, and, in come places, were red streaks of an unmistakable nature..
I felt my stomach churn again and I resisted the urge to cover my mouth with one of my bloo--Messy hands.
I looked around the darkening room, using the fading light to judge that it was sometime in the late afternoon, early evening, and from the looks of the smashed lights above my head.. There would be no light during the long night hours. Better take evaluations now and get more familiar with the room that I couldn’t remember; I ran my eyes down my body, recognizing the soft curves as I stood shakily, and stretched my arms above my head, feeling the muscles ache and groan in protest. Twisting around, I made sure nothing was broken, that there were no skin lacerations, and realized gently that the only thing physically wrong with me was an indescribable soreness in every muscle of my body as well as five puncture wounds on each of my upper arms.. Like fingernails..
I shook the thought away and looked around the grungy room before moving towards the doorway at the opposite end of the long room. It was maybe twenty feet in diameter, with five stalls, and five sinks, a standard public bathroom. Grimacing as I looked at the once silver handle, I reached out an already grungy hand, and wrapped my fingers around the handle, wrenching on it with the normal force to open a door..
Nothing..
I tried again, and again the door wouldn’t open; I felt the annoying sting of tears in the upper bridge of my nose and behind my suddenly closed eyelids. I moved one of the hands to my face again, careful to breath lightly through my mouth, and I rubbed the fingers over my throbbing forehead. Okay, obviously the door is locked.. That’s a problem. I pondered that momentarily and then turned towards one of the sinks that were still intact and tried the tap. Again, nothing. I moved down the row of sinks, trying each of the taps, and each time I felt the disappointment climb when I realized that there was no water coming from the faucet. I lifted a hand to tug at a ratty strand of hair before I looked towards the toilets..
I walked slowly, the aching in my muscles painful, yet bearable; and I opened the first stall, closest to the wall and farthest from the door; the toilet was bone dry. Same with the second, the third was a repeat and the fourth was broken and laying on it’s side, something I hadn’t immediately noticed since the door had been closed. I stepped over a knocked off door, and peered into the fifth stall, the one that the door belonged to..
A scream ripped from my mouth at the sight that resided within the wooden walls, and I reeled backwards, falling over my own feet with the aid of the door, only to find myself on the floor in a puddle of some unknown, slightly liquid substance with a putrid smell, but I didn’t pay much attention to that as I stood and took a step closer..
The dark color of the persons short hair, the larger set of their body, and the bracelet’s, rings and just.. The overall appearance of the person was so familiar I would have known it like the back of my hand. Hah. Ironic. I moved forward, reaching out with a shaking hand to touch the back of the girls head, my dirty fingers running through her equally dirty hair and then to tug down the back color of her grimy black shirt. I saw the chains of her multiple necklaces and I pulled the chain made of tiny silver dots, or at least I tried too. My fingers slipped right through it and then fell back to my side as I closed my eyes, and took a breath of rancid air, feeling it burn through my body..
Alright. It’s not possible.. So I can do this. I leaned around the body and caught a good look of the persons face and, even though a part of me already knew it, I screamed as loud as my lungs would let me, the sound reverberating off the walls as I looked directly at Me..
**
I felt my body jerk upwards, and I immediately regretted the movement, pain wrenching through sore muscles as though I’d been sleeping forever. And when I lifted my hands to rub the sleep out of my eyes, I noticed something disturbingly wrong. For one, I wasn’t in my nice, cozy, twin sized bed in my cold basement room; I was in a stuffy room with the smell of old urine and stale.. Something and there was something all over my face, something that had been rubbed off onto it from my hands..
The warmth on my palms was almost staggering, and I still couldn’t make my brain realize what it was that was staining my pale palms such an unusual color red. Skin wasn’t red. Unless it was sun burnt, and I knew for a fact that my palms could not be sun burnt; I continued to stare at the mess on my hands, feeling the warmth quickly dissipating and fading into a cooler, slimier, slightly congealed substance that had an awful coppery smell, a highly familiar coppery smell..
Authors Note:
This is just a random story that popped into my head after a rather disturbing dream I had a few weeks ago. I hope you enjoy this rather morbid look into my head.
Feel free to leave me comments, criticism is greatly appreciated, though please try to be nice about it, no one likes comments like, "U suk, go dye in a whole". And yes, that was purposefully misspelled to enhance the cruelty; thank you.
~Muffin
The warmth on my palms was almost staggering, and I still couldn’t make my brain realize what it was that was staining my pale palms such an unusual color red. Skin wasn’t red. Unless it was sun burnt, and I knew for a fact that my palms could not be sun burnt; I continued to stare at the mess on my hands, feeling the warmth quickly dissipating and fading into a cooler, slimier, slightly congealed substance that had an awful coppery smell, a highly familiar coppery smell..
Like Blood..
A hysterical sound flooded from somewhere very nearby, and it took me several moments to realize it was the sound of my own voice, coming out in the giggles of a lunatic that just realized they were insane; I moved one of those stained hands to cover my mouth, to choke off the sound, and immediately realized that was wrong. The sharper smell of the coppery substance shot up my nose like a white hot wire had been jammed up my nostrils, it fled down my throat and caused a dry heave to wrack my body, my hand moving from my face to hit the ground with it’s mate, holding my body in a bent over position as my stomach churned and worked to pump the fluids and solids that weren’t there, out..
This time, I was much smarter when I lifted my hand to my face and used the back of it to wipe the spittle that had come from my choking and coughing, and when I lowered my arm, the back came off red. I chewed on my lower lip, realizing then that some of the red substance was on my mouth, and I tenderly slid out my tongue to touch the funny red goo that marred my otherwise clean face. I winced. The taste was exactly like the smell, coppery. Disgusting..
Bloody..
I choked, a fresh wave of nausea coming over me as the realization that what was smeared over my hands was indeed blood, and for the first time, I glanced around.
I was in a bathroom; one of those disgusting ones that not even the homeless wanted to sleep in. Two stall doors had been knocked off their hinges, one of the sinks was broken and laying on the floor with it’s pipes hanging from the wall like a gutted animal, and by the backlogged smell that seemed to fill the entirety of the room, more than one of the toilets was clogged from over use and products being thrown into their unsanitary depths that should not have been disposed of in such a manner. The tiles, walls and ceilings looked as though they may have been white once upon a time, however years of neglect seemed to have turned them a funky yellow color that didn’t look healthy at all, and, in come places, were red streaks of an unmistakable nature..
I felt my stomach churn again and I resisted the urge to cover my mouth with one of my bloo--Messy hands.
I looked around the darkening room, using the fading light to judge that it was sometime in the late afternoon, early evening, and from the looks of the smashed lights above my head.. There would be no light during the long night hours. Better take evaluations now and get more familiar with the room that I couldn’t remember; I ran my eyes down my body, recognizing the soft curves as I stood shakily, and stretched my arms above my head, feeling the muscles ache and groan in protest. Twisting around, I made sure nothing was broken, that there were no skin lacerations, and realized gently that the only thing physically wrong with me was an indescribable soreness in every muscle of my body as well as five puncture wounds on each of my upper arms.. Like fingernails..
I shook the thought away and looked around the grungy room before moving towards the doorway at the opposite end of the long room. It was maybe twenty feet in diameter, with five stalls, and five sinks, a standard public bathroom. Grimacing as I looked at the once silver handle, I reached out an already grungy hand, and wrapped my fingers around the handle, wrenching on it with the normal force to open a door..
Nothing..
I tried again, and again the door wouldn’t open; I felt the annoying sting of tears in the upper bridge of my nose and behind my suddenly closed eyelids. I moved one of the hands to my face again, careful to breath lightly through my mouth, and I rubbed the fingers over my throbbing forehead. Okay, obviously the door is locked.. That’s a problem. I pondered that momentarily and then turned towards one of the sinks that were still intact and tried the tap. Again, nothing. I moved down the row of sinks, trying each of the taps, and each time I felt the disappointment climb when I realized that there was no water coming from the faucet. I lifted a hand to tug at a ratty strand of hair before I looked towards the toilets..
I walked slowly, the aching in my muscles painful, yet bearable; and I opened the first stall, closest to the wall and farthest from the door; the toilet was bone dry. Same with the second, the third was a repeat and the fourth was broken and laying on it’s side, something I hadn’t immediately noticed since the door had been closed. I stepped over a knocked off door, and peered into the fifth stall, the one that the door belonged to..
A scream ripped from my mouth at the sight that resided within the wooden walls, and I reeled backwards, falling over my own feet with the aid of the door, only to find myself on the floor in a puddle of some unknown, slightly liquid substance with a putrid smell, but I didn’t pay much attention to that as I stood and took a step closer..
The dark color of the persons short hair, the larger set of their body, and the bracelet’s, rings and just.. The overall appearance of the person was so familiar I would have known it like the back of my hand. Hah. Ironic. I moved forward, reaching out with a shaking hand to touch the back of the girls head, my dirty fingers running through her equally dirty hair and then to tug down the back color of her grimy black shirt. I saw the chains of her multiple necklaces and I pulled the chain made of tiny silver dots, or at least I tried too. My fingers slipped right through it and then fell back to my side as I closed my eyes, and took a breath of rancid air, feeling it burn through my body..
Alright. It’s not possible.. So I can do this. I leaned around the body and caught a good look of the persons face and, even though a part of me already knew it, I screamed as loud as my lungs would let me, the sound reverberating off the walls as I looked directly at Me..
**
I felt my body jerk upwards, and I immediately regretted the movement, pain wrenching through sore muscles as though I’d been sleeping forever. And when I lifted my hands to rub the sleep out of my eyes, I noticed something disturbingly wrong. For one, I wasn’t in my nice, cozy, twin sized bed in my cold basement room; I was in a stuffy room with the smell of old urine and stale.. Something and there was something all over my face, something that had been rubbed off onto it from my hands..
The warmth on my palms was almost staggering, and I still couldn’t make my brain realize what it was that was staining my pale palms such an unusual color red. Skin wasn’t red. Unless it was sun burnt, and I knew for a fact that my palms could not be sun burnt; I continued to stare at the mess on my hands, feeling the warmth quickly dissipating and fading into a cooler, slimier, slightly congealed substance that had an awful coppery smell, a highly familiar coppery smell..
