I Wash My Hands of This
____________________


This building seemingly abandoned, aged to a point it had become something else.

A room, untouched for what looked like years. I approached a large hole in the wall at the end after passing broken and battered cubicles. The room was extremely dark unlike the one I was standing in which captured what light it could from holes and cracks in the ceiling.

It appeared to be a room much like the one I was in, mirroring it's sinister edge in a silence that hurt my ears. Feeling lost from the moment, I turned and started back to the door from which I had entered, studying the bloodstains as I passed in a curious ignorance that brought a smile.

Bits of rubble would grind the floor with my every step, whispering my intrusion. As I came to pass the middle of the room my eyes closed before I had instructed them to, as light overtook everything. Upon opening them with a moment for adjustment, my stomach had entered a phase of unsettlement.

Everything looked fresh and alive except for something that caused my absence of movement immediately. The blood was still there, though now fresh and dripping simultaneously in 9 random cubicles, from a young Japanese woman. Her head was lowered as though upset. Her hair was long and draped over her shoulders to her thighs. It was the same woman in all nine cubicles, floating a few inches from the ground.

She raised her head slowly and opened her eyes. They were white and glowed like the moon. She seemed sad and empty until such a look of rage transformed her innocence. Repulsed by my presence, she begun what was unmistakably growling. Her head jerked violently side-to-side in a somewhat smooth fashion. I took a step towards the door and as I did all nine of herself plunged towards me.

Up until this point I had thought perhaps it was a dream or an illusion, but reality struck me as her claws began manipulating my flesh. She was surrounding me, the only thing I could do was push forward as she made me a new face. As I got closer to the door she began to retreat, drifting back into the cubicles, not once with her back to me.

I found myself outside in a courtyard with blossoming flowers and children walking around in groups, talking and laughing with one another. I had no knowledge of this place beforehand. I didn't know where I was or how I came to be there. The children's noise left my ears as though someone had muted them or I became deaf. Their mouths were still moving and they seemed to be responding correctly to each other.

My face was stinging and I could feel blood trickling down my cheek. Why didn't they react to me? Why didn't they notice someone bleeding? I felt a lump in my throat as I gave up on any reaction from them. I sat down and as I did so everything changed once more. I had, had enough. The children all gave way to a serious expression and ran into a large building on the other side of the courtyard.

The sun left me and I was relieved as a shadow overtook the sky. Night had moved swiftly to take it's place and I welcomed it, though clouds were all it was willing to show. I found myself infront of a bucket. It was full of blood, I washed my hands in it and walked away.
Unknown "Faradream" Peaceful - 15 years, 9 months, 1 day ago