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What If We Could Escape Ourself
by Melissa R. Mendelson
I could feel her stirring. She was waking up, trying to push the layers away. She did a great job wrapping herself up, and I did not intend to help her. I drank half a bottle of wine just to quiet her, but she wanted out. And my skin crawled as she struggled and screamed.
I turned my attention to the typewriter nearby. My hands shook, but that was because of her. But I was a lot stronger than she was. My fingers met the keys, and I could feel her grip loosen. I typed, trying to think of what to write, and she seized that moment to take control. But then I thought of the girl in the coffee shop. Blue hair. Ripped jeans. Dual sunglasses. She had a story, one that I could walk through. Again, her grip loosened, and I typed faster.
I thought of the girl, her character. Who was she? Who did she want to be? I could hear her screaming in the back of my mind, slamming her hands hard against the invisible wall. I merely smiled. I felt the layers pull away, but not to let her out. They wrapped around her instead, and the emotions pierced through her. They ran through me, and I shivered in response. I gasped as she fell away, but she surprised me, grabbing hold of one layer, using it as a lifeline. She was strong, but I was stronger.
A hollow scream remained. I fell back into my seat, soaked. My fingers lifted up from the keys, and I looked at them as if I was seeing these hands for the first time. My body felt new, light, and I moved away from the typewriter. I grabbed the bottle of wine nearby and walked past a wall mirror. I downed the bottle but then stopped. I looked at my reflection and smiled, and the girl with blue hair, ripped jeans, and dual sunglasses smiled back at me.
Fiction © Copyright Melissa R. Mendelson
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from Melissa R. Mendelson:
I got a one-way ticket out of hell. All I need to do is drive across country with a body in the trunk and run miscellaneous errands, but a lot of those errands come with a heavy price. And if I lose the body in the trunk, then I have to go back, and I’ll be damned if I return down there. I will fight to stay here, even if there is no rest for those wicked.
Well done, Melissa! Often hard to pull of this kind of reveal, but you did it splendidly!
Thank you so much, Marge. 🙂
An excellent story. Very creepy and intriguing.
Thank You! 🙂
You’ve got the month off to a flying start – great story, full of intrigue.
Thank you, Alex. 🙂