FuchsiaA Chapter by AleyshaRosaThe box squeals and rumbles as if steel nails are being dragged along it's length. Eyeballs flood and peek from the top of the door like excited children begging to know who's here, who's here. There is a burst of noise, silence; deafening. A roar and a twister bursts from the cube that suddenly seems so small. Sprinting toward me, ricocheting off unseen walls, it eats me up into its spinning mouth. There is a moment of calm-- the eye of the storm-- then I fall. I am Alice, falling to a world that is neither reality nor the chaos that massacres my mind. My body collides with green shag. I lie still, helpless, watching green spindly worms reach for the tawny brown sky. Save us they say. “Get up!” A bellow fills my ears full. “I said get the f**k up!” A boots slams into my cage and I instantly curl in on it, desperately trying to protect all the organs that pump beneath my purple-d skin. Get up... The shaggy forest chants eerily. Get up... Get up... Get up... Before the words register in my mind, my body bounces up from the floor, all but being held by a handful of cropped auburn hair. “Get up and fight me!” The thunderous voice booms. “Get up! Don't you give up! When I let go you better hold yourself up!” My hair is released and I crumple like a dissatisfied poem. My ribs break. My breath stops dead. Get up, love... Fight whispers. Get up. Please, get up... The last word is a drawl that fades off into the endless miles of my mind. With the strength of a child I crawl from off the floor. “That's my girl.” Blind. Eels swim past my eyes, their bodies slithering, slipping, sulking. The ashy red of a cigarette shifts past my eyelashes: his evil eyes that looks so much like mine. His nose that elderly aunts say I have flares, and his mouth curls into a snarl I know all too well. “Fight me.” It is only his lips that move, he is the only sound in the sepia room. I don't know how... I'll help you... Fight reassures. My arms swing without my permission-- the freckles on my arms a golden blur. My body lurches without a thought. Claws I had never before perceived find his twisted face with ease. Fight shoves my leg forward and out behind his, catching him like a trapped, doomed fish. He topples backwards, his arms flailing awkwardly. With a stiff thud, he lay still. Three words make me sick on the worm-forest: “That's my girl.” © 2012 AleyshaRosaReviews
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By AleyshaRosaAuthorAleyshaRosaAbbotsford, BC, CanadaAboutCanadian, eh? I've been writing since I was 13 (I'm now 18) and have recently started back up on writing a novel that I'm now half through. I mostly write prose poems and short stories with a tonne .. more..Writing
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