Morning again and her beloved is gone. He left earlier than usual today, he's probably sick and tired of her face.
She doesn't take it to heart, she's sick and tired of herself too.This time she wakes up in her room. The room is luxurious and as wide as an entire apartment. She has large mirrors, wooden furniture, and many gold ornaments but he forbid her from keeping her old trophies in the room.Feet on the floor, she elevates herself from the bed.She reaches for a white silk robe, hung neatly by her dresser. She seats in front of the mirror, staring into her dead swollen eyes as she brushes her hair softly.She didn't realize that she had been crying last nightOnce again, she picks up the same routine.The same breakfastThe same basementThe same songThe same danceThe same lonelinessThe music leads her to her husband's room door, the door is polished dark drown and towers over her like a bodyguard intimidating her and stopping her from entering the room.She swallows her fear in a big gulp and pushes the big door open.It reveals a dirty room, with his clothes and documents on the floor as usual.He's a busy man, do you really expect him to have time to clean his own room? That's why he has a wife, isn't it?She begins picking up his clothes, dividing what needs to be folded from what needs to be washed.She picks up his white business suit and something draws her attention. A singular red stain on the collar of his suit. Could it be blood? Did her baby hurt himself?No it isn't.It isn't a blood stainAnd Charles definitely didn't hurt himselfIt was lipstickPlaced neatly on his collar, almost like he wants her to find itImpossibleEven if he would do such a thingWhich he wouldn'tHe would shamefully hide itTo avoid breaking her heartHer heart shatters into a million pieces dropping to her feet.With the suit clutched in her hand, she silently picks up the rest of his laundry and walks to the laundry room to wash and dry them, making sure to put in extra bleach.Her mind is empty as she watches the machine turn round and round and round and round. Time goes by, seconds, minutes then hours. She didn't even notice the machine stop or the large clock ring announcing the soon arrival of her husband.*rinnnngggg*What's that?What's that unfamiliar ringing noise?Where is it coming from?This isn't the sound of the clock, not the sound of the doorbell or the oven timer. This is different and it wakes her up from her trance.She sprints in the direction of the sound.She has to find out what it isAn unfamiliar sound in the castle of echoes.This opportunity comes less than once in a lifetime.She checks the kitchen, the spacious living room, the basement, then she finally found a small phone sitting alone in the hallway ringing furiouslyShe answers the call and raises the phone to her ear, shaking in fair of what the unfamiliar object would bring"Oh my God, someone answered the phone" someone says on the other line"Give me that" she could hear them fighting over the phone"Emily baby, is that you?" a strangely familiar voice comes out of the unfamiliar phoneWho's voice is this?Why does she know it so much, yet not at all?She feels...nostalgicAnd as if her body remembered the voice before her brain did, she called out"Mum?"Then the strange phone was snatched out of her fingers"Fuck it Brenda I told you to stop calling this house" Charles was standing right behind herWhen did he get home?She doesn't careShe needs to talk to her mother"Mum?" she calls out multiple times in screams that sounds like questions. Reaching for the strange phone, trying to snatch it out of her beloved's hand.He pushes her away and she comes crashing down to the ground."It's like you want a restraining order up your ass" he's silent for a while, listening to the old woman's plead "she's fucking fine, I'm her husband, I can take care of her" he goes silent again "this conversation is over " he drops the phone to the ground, making it crash into piecesThe rushes to the pieces, pulling them close to her ear"Mum?""Mum!!!!"No replyThe strange object is too damaged to function. She doesn't give up, she keeps calling"Mum""Mum, please answer me""Shut up" Charles say, passing his fingers through his hair.She doesn't listen to him, she keeps yelling"Mum, I'm begging you answer me""I said shut the fuck up" he slaps her sharply across the face.Tears filled her blue eyes, as she look up from the floor. Staring straight into the cold eyes of her belovedHe sighs heavily, kneeling in front of her and cupping her face."You know I don't like this.." he pauses "I don't enjoy hitting you. I love you.." he pulls her into a tight hug "but you keep making me do stupid shit like this" he stands up straight, throwing her weak body to the floor."Don't EVER contact those people again, do you understand?" She nods, too weak to speak with words.Her eyes follow his back as he walks back to his room."He's gone"The voice in her head sounds so livid, it's almost like she could hear itNever mind thatShe rushes to the broken pieces of the strange object, holding it tightly in her hands.She picks up the pieces and walks to the kitchen, throwing them in the trash.I hope you now understand why she can't leaveHe loves herHe said he doesWhy would she leave her husband that loves her so dearly"He loves me""He does"Morning has arrived and she wakes up to a throbbing headache. She squints her eyes in the direction of the large window bringing in unwanted sunlight.It is time to get up, and the sun doesn't care that she's been lying awake all night thinking about the mysterious phone and the sound of her mother's voice.She covers her head with a blanket, trying to fall back to sleep but her headache won't let her. She gets out of bed and walks to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. She opens the cabinet to her left and pulls out some pills.The name, the expiry date and the ingredients were scratched out. All she knew about them where that they were blue and they help calm her down.She throws the pills in her mouth and swallows them with water. Her headache fights back and somehow gets worst."Fuck" she curses under her breath, groaning because of the intense pain. Suddenly her head feels heavy and her feet light, she loses balance and falls to the ground hitting her head at the edge o
Day, night, awake or asleep. It continues to torture her"Emily" it calls out "say something, play with me a little""please leave me alone" tears fall down her face. she hasn't gotten a minute of peace, her mind no longer belongs to her, and now she shares it with this beast.perhaps this was the universe punishing her for her continuous cries and her unstop complaints of being lonely, now she was not alone and it doesn't seem likeshe'll never be alone again."come on Emily, I've been doing everything to make you like me. we can be really great friends if you just cooperate with me""I have no interest in being your friend, please just leave me alone""Well I'm very interested in you and I'm not leaving until I get what I want" it sounds determined and is definitely not leaving anytime soon"What the fuck do you want from me?" she tugs her hair, pulling out some hair and bruising her scalp"Emily you're talking to yourself again" Charles struts into her room not even bothering to k
Charles Hensley, a businessman who runs a very successful chain of car repair shops. An ambitious man who wants to become governor, it's been his dream since childhood and now with a little hard work, it might become a reality.He's a hard-working 63 year old man, with piercing green eyes and black hair with natural gray highlights.He was well known for his good looks and toned body during his younger years, girls would fawn over him and he was admittedly quite the lady's man but he found his lifelong partner in Emily, a ballerina with golden blond hair. A girl who danced like an Angel, smiling brightly as she twirls around the stage, lifting her arms to the spotlight as though she were holding the sun. He fell in love with her at first sight, he couldn't think of anything else, it was like she was doing pirouettes on his brain. He dreamt of her, went to all her shows, watched her diligently every chance he got. He finally got the chance to meet her when he bumped into her on his
Isolation is the worst type of torture. You're consistently hunted by your own thoughts and your mind becomes your worst enemy. Emily is experiencing just that, with Millie calling her name day in and day out, planting seeds in her head that will soon grow into a tree bearing fruits of madness. she speaks about how the drug has been blocking her eyes, blurring her vision that she couldn't see what was right in front of her. She said the pills stopped her from speaking out about the way she was treated, that it held her vocal cords and damaged her thinking. really? would Charles do this to her? Would he drug her to stop her from speaking out? it all sounds ridiculous but at the same time it makes sense"He's seeing other women," Millie says in a whisper as if she is scared of other people hearing. "What?" "He brings them to the house, that's why he locks his door, that's why you found that shirt..." She accuses before getting cut off"shut-up" Emily roars, screaming as loud as h
Angels aren't easy to find, but somehow Charles found Emily, he's very own dancing Angel. He watched Silently from just outside the dance studio, she lifts her leg high above her head, if they were any longer they'd touch the ceiling. He observed her every move, the way she hummed the song as she danced, the way her hips swayed to the rhythm, her snotty laugh every time she made a mistake, her satisfied smile every time she got it right. "Charles?" she suddenly called out making his heart skip a beat "I know you're there," she giggled "come out"He stepped out of his hiding place, he's head looking down embarrassed "What are you doing watching from the corners like a creep" she placed both hands on her waist and shook her head "come inside" she invited him in with a warm smile, a smile warm enough to smile the sun as well as young Mr. Charles' heart. "I'm actually really glad you're here" she took him by the hand and pulled him into the studio "I need your help" "Whatever it is,
Have you ever thought about dying? Surely everyone has at least once or twice in their lives. If you were to die today how would you prefer to go? Maybe in the arms of a loved one, or looking back at old precious memories. Emily sits on the floor, numb from all the pain. She couldn't feel anything, both in her heart and in her head, nothing. It was absolutely quiet and so was the large luxurious prison. She has no one to hold and no beautiful memory to look back on as she contemplates death. A tear drops down her face, brushing pass her bruised cheeks, stinging her. She silently stands up, preparing for another one of her evening baths. SuicideWhat a strange and complicated word. In many religions Suicide is a sin, religious people would say it's because you can't take away your life since you didn't give yourself life, but maybe it's because even the gods know how terrible life is and how fast everyone would leave if given a chance. The tud is filled with warm water, she swe
She sighs, relieved he's finally gone. If not for him she'd be dead by now, she isn't sure if she should be happy he saved her life, or angry he's the reason she wanted to end it in the first place. The hospital isn't all that terrible, white walls and sky blue bed sheets strangely put her at ease. She is completely alone, for the first time in weeks. No voices in her head, no screaming husband, nothing. Just her alone in the deafening silences she thought she hated so much, but has now grown accustom too. The nurses were here a few moments ago, asking her how she got so many bruises and why she didn't visit the hospital sooner. She just rolled her eyes at them and refused to answer any of their questions. What is going on in her home is none of their business, they should just do their job and shut up. The food here is terrible, she would throw them in the trash if given the chance, but the nurses always watch her and won't leave her alone until she's eaten every last bite. It w
She's probably about 5'3 staring into Charles's eyes with no fear. He glares, she glares right back. Finally, he gave up. "Okay, please continue" he sighs, sitting down crossing one leg over the other "I'll just go straight to the point" she also takes her sit, observing his arrogant sitting position before rolling her eyes "We have reason to believe your wife is in need of medical attention, the type WE can't provide" "I don't understand" he says sitting up straight "what do you mean?" "I believe Mrs. Emily might be showing signs of schizophrenia" she places both elbows on the table to show the seriousness of the issue "but I think you should consult a psychologist to be absolutely sure" He just rolls his eyes, he didn't come here to hear something he already knew. " This may have been caused by drug abuse, stress, neglect, depression or it may just be genetics" she rests back on her chair "but we both know that's not the case" she eyes Charles "What are you implying" he raise