TRIGGER WARNING: NSFW
“So, what do you think?”
The soft sound of my sister’s voice filled my head as I snapped out of my trance. The events of the day running through my head and I feel nauseous.
“Sarah?”
Even my sister’s usual calming words felt too loud and sharp. They sounded drowned out, like a radio with bad reception on full volume. I close my eyes and breathe in and out like mother had taught me, but the images flickered on and off even through the shield of my eyelids.
”Let the bad things out while you breathe. Just let it go and it won’t come back”
In.
Out.
In.
By the time I opened my eyes I could no longer remember what I was working myself up over.
I stare at my sister’s paint splattered face. There wasn’t a hair on her head that wasn’t caked with paint. Her hazel eyes were warm and comforting, like a fireplace after a long day of ice.
“Sorry, I just felt a little sick. What’s up?” I say, with my usual smile.
She grins.
“You sure you’re okay?”
I nod, an unfamiliar feeling of dread swirling in my stomach. I try to come up with a reason why I felt so bad but nothing popped up in my head. The knot in my stomach felt like a deja vu, like I had forgotten something.
Sensing my discomfort, she changed the subject. She was always one to open a new page at just the right time. Calming me down was what she did best, it was like flicking a switch for my sister.
“So, what do you think?”
I snort, “I think you need a bath, Ellie.”
She chuckles, as she lazily rolls her wheelchair closer. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
I fix my gaze on her painting and smile.
“It’s lovely.”
She cringes, “That’s what you always say.”
I flinch back, “What?”
She doesn’t say this. Ellie wouldn’t...
“I always try to show you because you’re always in denial... but you always say the same thing!”
“It’s lovely. It’s lovely.” Ellie’s face contorted into an ugly sneer. “Open your goddamn eyes!”
I start stuttering useless things again. Again? My palms start to sweat as I face Ellie’s cold gaze. No longer were her eyes warm, they were cold and dead.
Dead.
Ellie’s dead eyes shift to her painting. “Look at it.”
I don’t.
“LOOK AT IT!” Ellie’s sobbing now. I haven’t seen or heard her sob and scream since...
“It’s LOVELY, right? RIGHT?!”
I nod.
“It is—.” Now I’m crying. “—It’s lovely.”
I take one last look at my sister’s corpse, chocking back tears. Her legs the same as I remember it, mangled and bloody; crushed under the weight of a burning car. Her face a mix of charred skin, tears, blood, torn muscle and tissue. Instead of paint, blood caked what was left of her hair and face.
The tears in my eyes dripped down my cheek like warm blood.
And I’m back in that world, on the day of cold ice and scorching hot flames that melted the frozen dead. I’m back to the burning of my lungs as I scream for my sister to get out of the car. Although, I didn’t see them, I knew my parents had died on impact.
Already frozen corpses burning in the fire.
I breathe.
In.
Out.
And then I’m back where I’ve always been.
On a soft bed and with a broken arm, staring at a wheelchair.
A picture of my family lay in my hands.
The nurse that always comes in to check on me walks into my room. “Chloe was it?” I ask, smiling.
She stops dead in her tracks, nodding in amazement.
I figured it was my first coherent interaction since I came here.
But that wasn’t important.
I hold up my precious picture.
“It’s lovely isn’t it?”
She smiles back, “It is.”
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Source: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/76d3ys/its_lovely/
“So, what do you think?”
The soft sound of my sister’s voice filled my head as I snapped out of my trance. The events of the day running through my head and I feel nauseous.
“Sarah?”
Even my sister’s usual calming words felt too loud and sharp. They sounded drowned out, like a radio with bad reception on full volume. I close my eyes and breathe in and out like mother had taught me, but the images flickered on and off even through the shield of my eyelids.
”Let the bad things out while you breathe. Just let it go and it won’t come back”
In.
Out.
In.
By the time I opened my eyes I could no longer remember what I was working myself up over.
I stare at my sister’s paint splattered face. There wasn’t a hair on her head that wasn’t caked with paint. Her hazel eyes were warm and comforting, like a fireplace after a long day of ice.
“Sorry, I just felt a little sick. What’s up?” I say, with my usual smile.
She grins.
“You sure you’re okay?”
I nod, an unfamiliar feeling of dread swirling in my stomach. I try to come up with a reason why I felt so bad but nothing popped up in my head. The knot in my stomach felt like a deja vu, like I had forgotten something.
Sensing my discomfort, she changed the subject. She was always one to open a new page at just the right time. Calming me down was what she did best, it was like flicking a switch for my sister.
“So, what do you think?”
I snort, “I think you need a bath, Ellie.”
She chuckles, as she lazily rolls her wheelchair closer. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
I fix my gaze on her painting and smile.
“It’s lovely.”
She cringes, “That’s what you always say.”
I flinch back, “What?”
She doesn’t say this. Ellie wouldn’t...
“I always try to show you because you’re always in denial... but you always say the same thing!”
“It’s lovely. It’s lovely.” Ellie’s face contorted into an ugly sneer. “Open your goddamn eyes!”
I start stuttering useless things again. Again? My palms start to sweat as I face Ellie’s cold gaze. No longer were her eyes warm, they were cold and dead.
Dead.
Ellie’s dead eyes shift to her painting. “Look at it.”
I don’t.
“LOOK AT IT!” Ellie’s sobbing now. I haven’t seen or heard her sob and scream since...
“It’s LOVELY, right? RIGHT?!”
I nod.
“It is—.” Now I’m crying. “—It’s lovely.”
I take one last look at my sister’s corpse, chocking back tears. Her legs the same as I remember it, mangled and bloody; crushed under the weight of a burning car. Her face a mix of charred skin, tears, blood, torn muscle and tissue. Instead of paint, blood caked what was left of her hair and face.
The tears in my eyes dripped down my cheek like warm blood.
And I’m back in that world, on the day of cold ice and scorching hot flames that melted the frozen dead. I’m back to the burning of my lungs as I scream for my sister to get out of the car. Although, I didn’t see them, I knew my parents had died on impact.
Already frozen corpses burning in the fire.
I breathe.
In.
Out.
And then I’m back where I’ve always been.
On a soft bed and with a broken arm, staring at a wheelchair.
A picture of my family lay in my hands.
The nurse that always comes in to check on me walks into my room. “Chloe was it?” I ask, smiling.
She stops dead in her tracks, nodding in amazement.
I figured it was my first coherent interaction since I came here.
But that wasn’t important.
I hold up my precious picture.
“It’s lovely isn’t it?”
She smiles back, “It is.”
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Source: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/76d3ys/its_lovely/
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