I Am Red

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I Am Red

Image by Peter Lomas from Pixabay

Image by Peter Lomas from Pixabay

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I wander around the metal room, risers and platforms hung from the high ceiling. This place was highly industrial, but somehow completely empty. However empty, it had to be taken care of, cleaned, or polished. It’s chrome-like, and fresh. It smells metal, looks metal, and tastes metal. It was haunting, sinister, and off-putting. It looks like whoever owns this place is trying to cover something up. My own feet echo on the hard, reflective floor. My vision gets blurry, I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste metal as well; now, it’s bleeding. The memories can’t go away; they won’t fade. Once it happened, I thought it’d be easy to forget, but it’s like a diamond. You see the dainty jewel, and think it would be like glass, to break if breathed on too hard. The diamond is strong, and refuses to break, what happened here is a diamond, and won’t smash to pieces. I see a spot of red, lying on the ground, I must be hallucinating again– I forgot to take my medication, I needed it for stabilization once that day played out. I begged, and closed my eyes for the red spot to disappear, but it boldly refused. As the red demon lies limp, I hear the breath, and tiny giggles of how confident they are to torment me. I stumble backwards, but into nothing, as this empty metal building seems to cave in. The figure of blood slowly stands, their ghastly snarl howls with joy as it knows I am afraid. The red creature loudly cries into the void, and far away screeches can be heard. I hear rumbling, like hyenas stampeding over the hill. I see a blotch of red in my peripheral vision, and the mob becomes louder. They come barreling down the shiny, mirror-like rafters, a myriad of my nightmares jump down from the ceiling, awaiting for me to crumble. I hold my ears to drown out their hysterical laughing at my fear, but to no avail. I fall to the floor as they keep sprinting down the rafters, excited to see me be torn apart by their power. As the flaming, howling parade finishes, the first of the year, the one who is always here to visit, grabs me, and stands me up. They no longer shriek, but now gleefully whisper to each other of their plan. I see them join hands, and their veins connect. The one who is always here grabs my right hand, and instructs an identical mob creature to hold my left. Once we are all together, they asphyxiate my hands, as they begin to develop a bluish hue. They continue to flush a glowing sky blue, and I realize I turn with them. My mind begs for help, but nothing escapes my lips. The blue men return to red, and let go of their grip. I feel like I have been electrocuted, and it feels as if my heart was vibrating. I slowly look at my hands, and my chest ignites, and burns with shock.

I am red.

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