Bloody Mary (english)

Thema: Bloody Mary (english) So Mai 04, 2014 1:32 pm

Bloody Mary

I open my eyes wide when I regain consciousness. I don't know how long I was sleeping, but I wake up in a dark forest. I'm really dazed and feel muzzy. It's a dark and cold night in this creepy area. I look around but don't know this place. Where I am? What happened before? I know nothing. When I try to remember there's a hole in my memory. Dark. Ambiguous. Scary. I hate this fucking ambiguity. This is a loss of memory. Damn... I sit up and examine myself. There are bruises all over my body and my white oversized dress is blotted with blood. Is that my blood? Suddenly a snowflake lands on my face. I look up. The snow is falling to the ground. This fact deteriorates this situation. It's so cold here, that's why I stand up. I try to limber up myself because of this coldness. Than a film replays in my head. A flashback.
There was a guy and he knelt over me. He caressed over my body and I was crying. This guy. I think I know his face. Yeah, right, it was Jason. He was my boyfriend, but why did I cry? Then he choked my throat. I tried to breath but it didn't work. He beat me and I screamed but no one heard me. No one heard my screaming. I needed help, but nobody was there. Nobody could help me. He was my boyfriend. Why did he do that?
I scream out loud because of my confusion. It seems like this feeling kills me inside. My hands keep my ears shut. I hear some noises. Rustling. Yowling from wolves. Footsteps. I moan: “Stop it. Please stop it.” These sounds are unidentifiable. There's also a voice. A voice which rings a bell. My fear increases more and more. I make a few steps backwards until I bump into at a tree. I scream again and then I run away. It feels like I'm hunted. During my hectic running sometimes I turn around to look but I see nothing. Somebody follows me but I can't see him or her. Perhaps I'm abversely afflicted by persecution complex. For me it feels like a hunt. I'm the rabbit which flees from the hunters. I run for my life. My endurance seems like it's endless because of my fear of life. A knife. There's a knife on the ground. I take it panic. Then I run faster and faster. I search for an exit. I want to go home or at least out of this blood-curdling forest. I run over the path and try to ignore the things around me. All at once there stands a wolf in the middle of my way. “Oh no”, I whisper. No, no, no. That couldn't be true. The wolf. Me. Face to Face. He growls. I'm scared stiff. At a single blow the wolf attacks me. I react and my knife searches his way to the beating heart from the wolf. He growls again but then he drops dead. I kill him and his blood sticks to my dress. “I'll defeat you. I'll broke you. I'll show you, what I can do. I'll be your nightmare.” That sound through the forest. Jason. His voice. I look around. Where is he? I can't see him. “Fuck you”, I said angrily and run away. When he gets me, I'm dead. I know it. I don't know where from, but I'm really sure. Howsoever. I have to flee like the rabbit in my brain.
After a while it's quiet. I don't hear any noises. I stop running. Look around. There's something in the bush. I go towards the plant to look for it. I'm afraid but also very curious. Suddenly I see it. Red eyes shine through the foliage. I take some steps backwards and then the bats fly out of their den. I scream and prick with my knife in the air to defend myself. Although I squint my eyes and tremble. When the blood-curdling screams from the bats end, I open my eyes again. Breathing in. Breathing out. I try to get my heartbeat slower. I take another deep breath to look at my work. Oh Great. All over the ground lies dead bats. Yummy. Now my hands are red because of the blood. Really delicious. I put away my bloody knife. It's save in my dress pocket. I push my arms against my stomach. I feel ill. Perfect. The situation gets better and better in every second. It gets clear me that there is no way out. I'm sad and look to the ground. I'm really cold. The blizzard gets worse. I think that nothing could add insult to injury.
I walk along the alley again. My shiver gets worst. My health gets worse. My wounds from the fights get worse. Everything gets worse. I can't see much because of the blizzard. My sense of my arms and legs get worse. I think my muscles are frozen. I don't feel much. I stumble. “ I can't take another step...”, I whisper to myself. I kneel on the ground. The snow melts under my knees. I cough now really hard and it feels like I can't breath but I fight for every breath. Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder and let out a caw. I turn around in a flash. Jason! He constrains me to look in his eyes. He holds my chin. Tears fill my eyes. “How can you do that? I thought you love me like I love you”, I whisper disbelievingly. I feel the rabbit inside but now it's badly injured. Heartbreak and bruises. Jason hits me so hard that I lie on the ground in the snow cover. It's so cold but I have to save myself. I take with one hand my knife, without attracting attention. “Mary, Mary. This love between us was a game for me and you was my pawn in that game, but now? Now it's over. These are your last breaths before I'll kill you. I'm sorry, but I have to do it”, he says to me. I look at him, afraid. He hunkers his face over my face and gives me a little kiss on my forehead. “No tears, Mary. In one second it's over. I promise my little princess”, he completes his statement. In the next moment I flash into action. The knife pricks in the chest of Jason. He opens his eyes wide and tears fill his eyes. The badness is gone. He fights for his life at least for one minute. Dead. It's over. He's dead. Really dead but suddenly I pass out...
When I wake up again, I lie in a bed. It was soft and cuddly. In my right hand I hold the bloody knife. I also wear my bloody oversize dress but it's warm in this room. I look around. I'm in a hospital. Next to my bed, on the ground, there lie many dead bodies and now I realize that I killed them. I'm in the psychiatry. Yeah right. I stand up, really carefully. It wasn't a dream. It was real. A hallucination. I'm here because I'm crazy and now I remember all what happened before this situation. Every moment. This psychiatry is my fifth. In every psychiatry happened the same. I thought everytime that I slept, but I went around and killed people. “I did it again”, I whisper. A hospital nurse comes in. She screams: “You killed them all. You're a monster!” I look to the ground. Jason... No. No! I killed him. My love. He always assisted me and helped me and now? I killed him! Then I reflect. I grin madly. Should I be sad? Should I cry? I gaze on the wall. No. I have no conscience. I feel nothing. I don't care. I give a shrug. The nurse comes to me and dresses me up with a strait jacket over my dress. I begin to laugh in a really crazy way. Loud. She puts me in the padded room and closes the door, but there is something I certain know. It goes on and on. That isn't the end of my story...