Tell A Tale — Gothic Fiction
Let It Free By Hayley Hemming
“It might be possible, of course, that far from being one, we may possess two selves.” The words constantly echoed through my head, I whispered them to myself before they came in to the room, chattering away like I wasn't there.
I saw everything. Saw the way they looked at each other when they came in every 4 hours, saw how they gave each other encouraging nods, the way they stopped talking when they came up close to my face…
“It might be possible, of course, that far from being one, we may possess two selves.” I whispered to myself, knowing that the time was upon me, that they'd enter.
My body tingled, senses alerted as I felt the vibrations of their footsteps getting closer and closer and closer…
The door opened.
My body started to burn, but I managed to shut it up, shut it up so it wouldn't spring free and hurt them. I was in here for a reason, in this darkened room, the pipes above me dripping water, the stone floor cold against my skin whenever I moved to a new place. The walls surrounding me were covered in claw marks, from it, from the thing.
I lifted my head from my knees, breathing in sharply to stop the dizziness. My lank hair hung around my face, watching them enter through the partings.
“It might be possible, of course, that far from being one, we may possess two selves.” I whispered again, watching them flinch at the words.
The words that get me through all of this.
“Ashton. We need to come near you. Is that okay?”
I wasn't an imbecile. I wasn't a child. Yet they spoke to me like I was one.
Nodding, they approached me, the needle with the creamy liquid coming closer and closer to me neck.
Everyone in the room was silent, so silent you could hear a pin drop…
When the man came near me, I flinched. His scent, his scent smelled familiar and dangerous; like memories and dark times and hiding under floorboards while mama screamed and screamed. The snarling sound, the one that sounded like a wounded animal echoing through my brain… then came the arms, pulling me out from under the bed and the words. The words I repeated so many times out loud and in my own head…
“It might be possible, of course, that far from being one, we may possess two selves.” I couldn't stop the fire, couldn't stop the sensation. The man's eyes flared, before the other thing came to light. I could vaguely hear screaming, the sane part of me could anyway. Then the tearing of flesh under my teeth, the copper taste of blood in my mouth, the smell of rotting flesh, the smell of humans, of the outside world…
They'd left the doors open.
There is such a thing as having two selves, because I had them. Two sides of the same coin, in the same body…
And it was about to be set free.
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