Mindf u c k

wn - did. chanel simona

She came to me in the middle of the night. I was asleep in the comforts of my bed. Fresh linens were just recently dressed. Beneath thick coverings, the warmth was stolen and I began to shiver in the cold. I reached to pull the comforter up over my head, but it was not there. No sheet, no blankets; bare legs met the air of the darkness. The room was lit with a small Himalayan salt rock lamp, casting a soft glow but rather dim. I finally open my heavy lids to find the blankets and sheets on the floor. I must have kicked them off during my dreams.

But no, there she was... in the corner of my bedroom. Crouched down with her arms wrapped around her knees, she was staring right at me. I swallow hard and climb out of bed, slowly and cautiously approaching her. “Hello, don’t be afraid.” I said to her gently, assuring there was no harm for her here. The girl is naked and filthy, cuts and bruises cover her body and she has lost all color to her flesh. She wants... needs help. “I am Chanel, I can help you.” I tell her with sincerity. The girl tilted her head, a questionable expression wrote her features. Her mouth then dropped open, incredibly loud deafening screams rang out from her black hole. Orbs of the dead glaring at me as I back away, my hands covering my ears to save my hearing. “Ahhh...” I yell and close my eyes, falling to curl into a ball upon the floor of my room until all goes silent until all goes dark until all goes away.

I am not afraid.

art by: Elena Sai