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Even Heaven’s Broken
by Melissa R. Mendelson
The red, velvet sheets cradled her body as she tried to sleep. The sky was an odd shade of white, and the half moon looked angry. A creature resembling a fairy gazed down at her. There was nothing in her eyes, and a thunderous boom filled the distance.
Kaley sat up in bed, and her body moaned to return to the heaven that it was in. But she forced herself out, and the floor beneath her feet was ice cold. Where were her shoes, or even her socks? The clothes that she wore felt damp, but she didn’t remember dreaming. The sky outside was the same, but the moon did not appear angry. No fairy creature. Maybe, she dreamt that, and she moved toward the bathroom.
Washing her hands in the sink, the water was ice cold. Maybe, the heat was out, and her face lifted to look into the mirror. The glass was fogged over, and she tried to wipe it away. The fog refused to fade, and she could barely see herself in the reflection. But when she glanced down at her clothes, they were stained red.
“What? What is this?” She tried to wash the blood out, but it refused, turning the sink and the water red. “Why am I bleeding,” but she wasn’t. This was someone else’s blood.
Stepping back into the bedroom, she no longer recognized it. The red, velvet sheets were still there, but the bed was too large for her. Clothes resting over a chair were meant for a man not her, and his shoes were way too big. Where was this person, and why did she wake up in his room?
“Hello?” She walked out into the hallway, and that funny shade of white followed her. “Hello? Are you here,” but he didn’t answer her.
She tried to recall the past day, even hours before she woke up here, but she could not remember. She felt safe here, and she wanted to return to bed. So, what if she was in someone else’s room? Maybe, they didn’t mind. Maybe, they weren’t even here, but as she walked into the kitchen, she saw a bare of pale feet resting against the tiled floor.
His faze was frozen in fear, but it was the handprints around his neck that made her blood run cold. They were her handprints. She killed him, but why would she do such a thing? She didn’t even know him, but she wanted to be here. She felt safe here, and in the distance, she heard sounds echoing like a riot. Maybe, she ran here for safety, but something deep inside told her different.
She hurried outside to look around, but as the door opened, she nearly fell. There was no bottom. Just an endless, white sky. The moon was gone. Was the fairy her guardian or keeper? She sensed it nearby, then behind her, and slowly turned around when a click caught her ear. A shotgun aimed and ready, followed by a loud boom.
The red, velvet sheets cradled her body as she tried to sleep. The sky was an odd shade of white, and the half moon looked angry. A creature resembling a fairy gazed down at her. There was nothing in her eyes, but a small smile rested on her lips. And in the distance was a thunderous boom.
Fiction © Copyright Melissa R. Mendelson
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About Author Melissa R. Mendelson:
Melissa R. Mendelson is a Horror, Science-Fiction, and Dystopian Author. Her short stories have been published by Sirens Call Publications, Dark Helix Press, and Transmundane Press. She also has a variety of short stories and poetry available on Medium.