Little Dots II

I woke up in agony inside this hollow globule of gas. I turned around, looking for something, or anything. It was nothing beside dark reddish liquid surrounded me. My mind started to tangle with my heart like a piece of crumpled paper that has torn to pieces without knowing what was written. This was the end of the end. I thought. Fear has long gone in my mind, as I knew that I was saved inside this thing. I laid back and thought about the past. Slides of memory had tickled my brain and scratched my heart. I wished I were a heartless monster so I could feel no more pain. But I am nothing but a seed below the ground. Patience is the only one that could be accepted for now.

My mind flew back to those days of horrors. The sharp blade was in her hand and blood was dripping from it. She walked behind the door and went inside my room. Her face was making a mockery of her own derision. Her matted hair hides her natural born killer eyes of a hunger beast. I could see that she was hunger for blood. Run is the only choice and always be. If it were a scene from zombie movie, I would have taken the other blade in my pocket, assaulted her, torn her to pieces and stabbed her heart thousand times. No matter what relationship I had before. Unfortunately it was not. The next day would always be the same. She would give me the look. The look of which I felt sorry every time I remembered I had been such an impudent heartless kid to had those thoughts. The same look in that TV advertising of baby milk I always see every morning. Sometimes she would cry or bent down in front of me and saw me in the eyes. And every time my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. It was the look of a mother.

Dear Sam,
It is hard for me to say this to you, but I don’t have any choice to choose. Your mother had been confirmed to have split personality mental disorder. The symptoms will get worse as the time passed. I would really preferred to tell you straight away in person. But then I’m afraid your mother would know about it, considering that she’s being overly protected to you. Denial would come out from her mouth if she heard about this and perhaps the other part of her would wake up for the longest time. We have to treat her right away before it was all too late. Contact me as soon as you received this message.

Regards,

Dr. Meredith Kubrick


I gazed around the constraint less space. There was nothing more of the same dark reddish color all around. I hummed the song. The lullaby she used to whisper to my ear before the bedtime. It goes like this:


The incey-wincey spider

Climbed up the spout

Down came the rain 

And washed the spider out

Out came the sun

And dried up all the rain

And the incey-wincey spider

Climbed up again
-annonymous


The memory has slowly been erased in my mind. I tried to recall but none would appeared. All the thoughts and the burdens I carried have been disappeared piece by piece. I felt in so much ease, like an innocent kid. I could hear the weird sounds they made from outside this thing. The lullaby she sang every night along with the pad. Sometimes I kicked or rolled to attract her attention. Then she would caress me with radiance touched that warmed me up in rapture. Months and months I was waiting, finally that time came. I could sense the flickering light above me. A force had sucked me from above. I smelled the fresh air bursting from my nose to my lung. A very bright flashlight and a long shrieked of a new born soul. The seed had popped up from the ground. This time I was sure that it would grown to a beautiful fruit tree.


Fresh new start
Wild berries in the tart
Fill up the chart
And shoot off the dart!