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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.