It lies there, subtly, delicately, softly, yet menacing. Its arms are pried similar to that of a mantis. Mouth open, I am well aware of whom it demands as its next prey. My stomach churns. Trying to grasp weak remnants of memories from which I can draw hope, my subconscious races. It fails, as I am transported to a cold memory that was locked up in my heart years ago.
I recollect the day I was on my trampoline. The drafts were cool, gently breezing, oddly easing, almost teasing, tranquil, pleasing, never ceasing, though a sort of eerie hum pierced the once calm air. The foreboding silence was answered by the sight of a scintillant yellow spider, similar to the creature I currently encounter. It sat on the trampoline's zipper, cutting off all means of escape. Nowhere could I turn; to no one could I turn. My screams were in vain, as the sound simply vanished into the empty void of air around me. I was trapped.
I feel like this now. Which way - no, how? - first, where will I flee? My eyes bounce around, attempting to catch a sight that can be of assistance. Truth dawns on me as does utter fear. In no manner can I escape now. Its twinkling features are majestic and almost beautiful. The raw claws and paws of the heartless beast of nature somehow awes me and draws me closer. It stares and smiles - that is what I believe, at least. Lips swiveling into a 'U', I faintly notice its bared teeth. Unconsciously, I am summoned. My limp body helplessly shifts towards the creature in dazed ecstasy, its spiteful, overgrown nails twitching in my direction.
The creature's eyes fix upon me. I see my soul reflected in those beady, glassy eyes, holding truths unknown to all, memories of a distant past, lost and left behind by time. In those burnished eyes of glass are reflected my insecurities, every possible flaw I possess. I recognize murky shadows as those of my past, upon which I dare not shed light but now have exposed, held suspended in the colloid of glass, visible to all eyes, though particularly meant for mine. It knows I am weak. It smells fear. I realize I must accept that fact that I am ensnared. However, my true self, somewhere deep within the dank chambers of my heart, shrieks a piercing moan, wailing, scampering, clawing, rushing, bemoaning, trying to pry itself out of the lifeless nightmare that gently strides towards the mantis-like form. Utter horror gains mastery of mind, the same hushed, tranquil, blithe mind that once belonged to me. Like quicksand, the harder I writhe from the creature's grasp, the tighter I find myself bound to it. The louder I scream, the further the air drains to dissolve my cries.
I have heard about the legends of Solomon Islands. Myth says that when tribals desire to clear a land for farming, they do not cut a tree down with an axe. Instead, they circle around the tree shouting malicious curses until it withers away and dies on its own.
I finally recognize that help will not come; I am without a way out. I abandon the vain struggles of my Sisyphean task, giddily succumbing to the creature. Slowly, I maneuver my way through what feels like thousands of eyes planted upon me. However, only one is truly watching. The creature's gaze, containing such depth, burns a hole through my head. It reaches out a scratchy arm and squeezes it atop my shoulders.
A realization suddenly strikes me, however, that the creature's motives are merely driven by schadenfreude. Only for pleasure does it pain, though its intentions are in vain. To yield would mean to relinquish the last feeble remnants of my pride. The dank odor of must chokes the palpitating silence. At last, defiance wins over the stronger fraction of my mind. I cannot do this. I will not do this. I will not let the creature dominate me, as doing so will bring sheer injustice to the being within me. I seize my final chance to break from the cruel bonds by which I am confined. Dark figures lurk in the deepest alleys of my heart as the true individual inside bangs on the inner walls of the cage that confines it. Evil clashes in my ears. A feeling of fervent rebellion urges me and surges within. Suddenly, the creature's glassy eyes shatter with a penetrating shrill. Glass washes the floor, tainted with the blood from ages of despair. The glass is destroyed forever as are the flaws held deep inside. I am free. My eyes squint, furious, slightly confused. Snapping out of the trance, I turn around and flee the classroom.