Mission 26

I shouldn’t keep my expectations high…

Mission 26

A little boy holds onto his tiger plush as he waits for his parents to get home. The little boy, now anxious, opens the front door.

Monday – Realization

“It just had to be done, they wanted it for your own good,” a figure told a child as he sat still.
“There’s nothing to worry about, so why worry? Let it all out!” the crooked man tried to cheer up the boy.

“I mean, we shouldn’t tell you, besides, you wouldn’t get it, you’re just too young,” the man sighed.

The child just couldn’t stand the crooked man anymore.

“Oh, is it time to head home already? Aha, I guess so,” the man told himself as a spark of blue and green light filled his vision, “Maybe, it’s best you don’t know.”

A growing laughter filled the echo chamber with the boy devouring what was left of his sanity, the tiger.

He held onto the tiger’s head as he waited for the man.

The crooked man never came back, but something came that was much worse than a laughing man, something worse than any murderer, something worse than any creature, it shined with beautiful colors but killed with a fiery smile!

The little boy, anxious of the crooked man now missing, opens the door and l-!

A man wakes up disturbed.

He tries to comprehend his dream, “Aha, I don’t get it, always with these weird dreams, as if they matter,” the man shivers from the cold.

“…Please enjoy yourselves, folks!” a man said on the radio on the bookshelf as I drank two pills down with water.

I went back to bed and only got to lay on it for a few minutes before I was interrupted by a knock at the door.

I opened the door, along with my eyes as I saw someone familiar, “Danada Smith! It’s me! Don’t you recognize me? What, what are you still doing here!? Don’t you realize-” I rubbed my eyes and saw someone else, someone I hadn’t seen my whole time living here, which was about a few months.

I stepped aside to let her in.

“So how’s life been treating you?” She asked me as she sat on a little plastic chair.

“It’s alright, I mean right now, it’s not so bright because I still have to get through my house being burned down a few weeks ago. What about you? How’s life treating you?” she stood up and walked around my room, looking at photos of my parents, different papers on the floor and shelves, she picked one and skimmed through it, “Are these, stories?” I didn’t know what they were, probably something to keep me focused on creativity, rather than negativity, “Well? What are they?” she skimmed through another paper.

“Just something I do to pass the time,” I told her.

She looked up at me, “Shouldn’t you be wasting your time on something else?” The Tiger said, and I tried to keep myself sane by closing my eyes, and when I opened them, I saw the girl, now crouching beside the bookshelf.

She shielded herself, and when I unfolded her arms and legs I saw her keening face, “Why are things so hard?” she bewailed as she held me tightly, “He was the best, he was always there for me when there was no one else, and what does he do? He left me for someone else, a bigger bust and a bigger butt is what he always wants, he used me for his benefits, and when he had no use for me, he left, but why couldn’t he take a bigger brain? Why does he care about looks? I thought it was the inside that counts…” her tears started to run down onto my face and she held my face very close to her own.

I wanted to tell her something, something sweet to lighten her up, but I just couldn’t as every time I did I remembered the times where I tried to cheer someone up; sadly, they’d eventually be up, hanging from a noose.

My thoughts were interrupted as she looked up at me, “Are you classified as one of them?” she asked.

I patted her head slowly, “No,” I replied, and she seemed to have settled down near my arms, I admired her, even if we’d just met. I was grateful to have a girl, any girl, by my side! Her snores replaced her tears, and my fears returned with warmth.

An innocent girl tainted by the horrors of relationships, something that I knew too much. Her innocence made me remember the times I’d play with my favorite toy in a lonely corner, as my parents argued—an onslaught.

She talked to herself in her sleep, “I love you, Lyadde.” The poor girl, I didn’t want her to hurt her spine, so I carefully stood up and picked her up and placed her on my bed, it wasn’t an enormous bed, but she had gone through enough today, she might as well sleep in a comfy bed. I didn’t realize how grateful I was for my bed until that night.

Tuesday – Crimson Rain

I had woken up with back pains and the rats sniffing around me, while the girl from yesterday slept on my bed, snoring like a bear in the winter, but as fragile as paper. Her soft blue hair blew with the wind from the window, her skin color as white as mine; I approached her quietly as I touched her smooth skin, about the same height as me, she smelled like flowers. I took a peek outside through the window and saw clouds fill the sky, they weren’t gray or white, but light crimson. The clouds filled the sky faster and faster before the whole horizon was colored red and I looked around, but no one stood outside.

The crimson of the clouds reminded me of a grade-school friend, a red-haired fellow who’d usually bring a rose with him to class, and for lunch, I’d see him detailing his lunch to a dying tree, he was so weird.

I was interrupted once more as the girl came to my side to hold my hand, “This sure is some weird weather, how fitting,” she said as she held my hand and whispered her name into my ear, “Asan, Asan Wright, and yours?”

I whispered back, “Danada, Danada Smith,” I then tried walking to the bathroom but fell hard onto the ground
I expected a yell from my father but met a little furry friend instead, “Digest is the key to the disc’s polyphony!”

“Aha, sure it is, you weird little rat!”

Asan came to pull me up, “Anything to drink?” She asked as she pulled me up and I grabbed some plastic cups from under the bed, and poured some coffee into it and handed it to her, “Oh, thanks! It’s delicious! You have any-” she was cut off by the sounds of the rain, and it’s glass-like sounds from outside. We went towards the front window, and the dark-red sky dimmed the day into night, with rain dropping hard. Asan seemed amazed at what she was seeing and tried to grab the droplets, she caught some and showed me. “Huh, they’re like shards of ice, red, small, but yikes did it hurt when I snatched them!”

The red shards of ice quickly melted into a red liquid, “Do you have another cup?