What a cruel, cruel joke my brain has played on me. Showing me something that I fear I no longer have, taunting me with the things I’m desperate for. I can still feel the ghost of Dean’s touch across my skin and I’m trying so fucking hard not to break apart but I’mexhausted.Burnt out and wasting away into nothing until I become part of these cold, damp walls.
My brain feels like it’s going to explode, images of Emily’s burning corpse sit dead centre in my mind alongside the betrayal of my best friend. How could she do this to me? I.. I don’t understand, nothing makes sense. I thought we were friends, true friends, but I know that that was never the case, clearly.
I was so fucking blind to Ricky and Ellie’s lies, instead choosing to bask in thelovethey showed me, but it was never really like that was it? I was just a pawn in their wicked game, a useless piece on the chessboard of their lives. Stupid is what I was, stupid and blissfully ignorant and I’ve lost everything because of that.
It’s strange isn’t it? How the victim of a crime will blame themselves for the actions of others. Tearing themselves down until they’re left naked for everyone to see, constantly questioning what they did wrong? How could they make things better? What could they change about themselves to make others happy and to just stop.. hurting them? I just wanted it to stop, and now I feel like it’s never going to end.
The cold silence of the room breaks when heavy footsteps begin to ascend towards the door, fear quickly spikes in my bloodstream and I shove myself further into the corner of the dark room, shrouding myself in the shadows, hoping that they’ll protect me from whatever is going to come through that door.
Metal screeches against metal as the large lock on the door begins to slide open, then a slither of light barges its way into the room, momentarily blinding me that I have to lift my weak arms to cover my eyes. From my limited vision, I can see a large shadow take up the space of the door frame and just from the size alone, I know it’s Nico. I’d ask him what he’s doing here but then I remember that I bit his tongue off. A small moment of satisfaction washes over me, knowing that I’ve stolen his voice,practically ripped it away from him.
I wonder what else I could do to him?
The thought scrambles my mind but I decide to let it pass, for now.
Keeping my back to the wall, I lower my hands now that I’m somewhat used to the intrusion of light and watch Nico step into the room, followed by my husband and..
What is that?
Is that?
“Ellie?” I ask no one in particular as bile rises up my throat. “What have you done to her?”
Ricky pushes a wheelchair into the room with my traitorous best friend’s mummified corpse in the leather seat.
“I thought you’d like to see her, no?” Ricky says, putting the breaks down on the wheelchair as if the woman sitting in it will magically roll herself away. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life, and I’ve seen my fair share whilst living in this hell hole. I want to scream and cry and puke, all at the same time.
My lower lip trembles at the image before me and I quickly grab the blistered flesh between my teeth to stop myself from crying in front of these bastards. They’ve taken enough from me and I refuse to give anymore.
I’m struggling to recognise the woman sitting in front of me now, her once radiant skin is now gray and dull like cobblestone, it’s also begun to peel and flake around the corners of her parted mouth, resembling old paint. Her orange hair is still bright but I know it’s not natural, it’s too shiny, much like a plastic wig.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Ricky says as he runs his finger down the side of her doll-like face before poking one of her eyes, it wiggles in the socket and my stomach rolls.
Are they glass eyes?
I remember the way her eyes shined so brightly whenever she laughed and now, they’re just dead, soulless caverns staring back at me.
“What.. what did you do to her?”
“Isn’t it obvious? She’s a taxidermied dog now, well human but you understand where I’m going.” He says like we’re talking about the weather and not a woman who’s been stuffed and sewn back together.
Words seem to fail me at my husband’s cruel and disgusting act, and I fear if I stare too long at Ellie, I’ll vomit. The sight is truly horrifying and even though she betrayed me, she never deserved this.
Nico stands guard at the door and I know his eyes are burning holes into me through his black shades. He’s probably pissed that I bit his tongue off but it serves him right so I choose to keep my gaze away from him.
“You make me sick.” I mumble, keeping my eyes locked on Ricky’s evil face. He sniggers at my words and tucks a strand of Ellie’s fake hair behind her rotting ear, the flesh slowly turning a sour green shade.
“You weren’t saying that a couple of weeks ago when I made you come all over my fingers now where you?”
Shame hits me with force and I immediately drop my gaze, sending it straight to my filthy feet. There was no way I could stop my body’s natural reaction and it makes me sick, that I allowed him to do that to me, that I’ve allowed everything he’s done to me.
“Speaking of pussies, how’s your charred one?” He quips and I involuntarily pull my legs closer to myself, hiding the mess he’s made of my most intimate area. “I bet Deany boy won’t want thatmess of a cunt now will he?”
The sound of Dean’s name spilling out of Ricky’s toxic mouth sends a wave of anger the size of a tsunami through my bloodstream, flooding my system like never before and on a flood of adrenaline I rise to my feet, feeling almost superhuman and rake my already splintered nails down his face. He doesn’t even have the chance to stop me, I’ve fallen into a frenzy of hatred, blood boiling like volcanic lava.
We both fall heavily to the floor, limbs clambering together, nails splitting skin open in a chaotic mess. I don’t stop, I can’t, not even when Ricky shoves his hands into my chest to push me off, or Nico grappling at my waist, all I see is red. Pure, blazing hot redness clouding my vision.
“You.. fucking.. bitch!”
