Gloria leaped up in her bed woken by the bad dream she was having, and right that moment she screamed because there was something standing at the feet of her bed, not moving, just standing there and taunting her. Moments later she signed as she figured out that she was looking at her wardrobe. Her paranoia was taking on a life of its own, and who could blame her. All day long she'd been seeing and hearing things that weren't there and feeling as though someone was following her.
She recalled how her brother's photo was put upright after she left it facedown above the fireplace, or the time she could hear her neighbors who moved out last year chatting next door. She knew she was losing it; how could she not? It had only been two days since the police had turned her world upside down with the news that her brother had cut his own throat. They never said with what, and she never got round to asking in between all her crying.
"Phil," she moaned his name, blinking, as the warm sweat from her forehead passed too close-by her eye.
"Why did you do it?" Her voice sounded extra loud to her in the deathly silence of the room. It never got this silent with her brother always cracking jokes and laughing. More sweat snaked down her skin, this time over her chest.
Why did he have to leave her like this, with all this empty space? She longed for his voice to fill the room, swathe her like a warm blanket and melt away all the pain just like in the past.
If only he'd opened up, poured out his heart to her she might have been able to stop him, and he might still be around If only. Her chest rose like the waters of a troubled sea, as she took a lungful of the stuffy air in the room.
The sweating, stuffiness, pungent air -- all took her mind back in time, to a place they loved as children: Pearl Margin. Ah! The races they would have down its white glistening slopes towards the icy Atlantic below, which she always reached first thanks to her longer legs. How it would annoy the little blue-eyed boy. He would spent the whole journey back home arguing with her about how she had cheated him again. It wasn't the beach or the ocean she enjoyed the most but all the time she got to spent with her brother. She chortled as his smile loomed in front of her eyes. It was that irresistible smile of his; the way he exploded with laughter after throwing her in the waves or with sand, that made her times at Pearl Margin so unforgettable. It's why she was thinking about it now.
She had thought sleep would give her rest from all these memories and thoughts. That's how she'd ended up in bed, yet each time she closed her eyelids all she saw were his eyes, staring at her from the blackness. Then there were the things in her dreams. They'd seemed so real.
She fingered around the drawer for the lamp switch, and a moment later dragged her feet out of bed as the room lit up. "Phew!" She sighed, opening the window, and leaning out into the night. She sucked in the winter air, and drew her eyelids together to appreciate the breeze massaging her skin. If only it would massage her pain away.
"I can't do this. I can't live like this. I just can't." she sobbed, her eyes roaming to the snow-covered parking lot cloaked in silent darkness three floors below. The trees that bloom with life throughout most of the year had been stripped to bare branches by a month-long winter. Several windows of the flats surrounding the parking lot glowed with orange light; people who like her were probably too troubled to fall asleep. Would any of them notice if she leapt out of the window?
The thought would have send a chill down her spine a few days ago, but back then she had everything to live for, her brother was alive, the one thing that still made sense in her life. Leaning her elbows on the window sill she planted her forehead on her palms and sighed.
Anxiously, Gloria peeked over her shoulder, feeling eyes on her again, just like she had the whole time she was in bed, but all she saw was an untroubled room. She scratched her shoulder again. All this itching was getting to her.
She'd been itching all day long, especially on her left ear, shoulders, and arms. She stilled her cold shivering arms in front of her eyes, as best she could, to inspect the red nail marks she'd left all over them. She didn't notice any rashes or anything, but that didn't stop them from itching like crazy. Several snowflakes suddenly landed on her arms and melted away. Looking up, Gloria saw thousands more outside her window. They had drowned out the sky as they had in morning.
Gloria was shaking like a leaf but instead of closing the window she took a look at the parking lot below. How fast would she hit the ground? Would it take a minute? No, less than that, more like a few seconds, she concluded. She gulped down a knot of bitter saliva, her mind yo-yoing indecisively between two fates. It would be quick, quicker than lightning. Oh, but it would be messy, could she do that to herself? She looked down at the parking lot again. It was an unobstructed plunge to sure death or life threatening injuries. Her heart drowned out the room as it beat like a giant clock in her ears.
Lub-dub-lub-dub...
Do it now! Do it already! Voices in her head cried.
Lub-dub-lub-dub...
Take the leap GODDAMMIT!
Blood racing, mind screaming Gloria took a step backwards, snatched the window and guided it forward with all the force she could muster. Right before she could slam it shut it was hurled right back open by a tidal wave of snowflakes. Gloria couldn't keep her feet with all the sudden snow in her face, and a moment later was on the ground, digging her head out of a heap of snow. She gawked around like someone lost at sea at the whiteness surrounding her. The spongy ice began to feel like a fire against her skin, and so she quickly dug the rest of her body out of it.
What had just happened?
Gloria stood there with her socks in the snow too baffled to move or do anything. That was when the thoughts of suicide returned. How could she still be thinking of throwing herself out of the window after what had just happened? Yet it was exactly what she was thinking this very moment. It was all she could think about, all she wanted to think about.
With her brother gone what was there to live for? What would she do on her own? She depended on him. He was her best friend. Her whole body was shaking out of control by now, but she still waded up to the window and let the cold air pinch her skin. She felt a strong urge to cry there and then. Tears were her sole comfort with her brother gone. Her eyes clenched shut until they were mere lines and her teeth gritted as she fought back warm tears.
"Oh!" She breathed, and supported herself on the sides of the window, as heavy sobs began to jerk out of her. Her sobbing turned to wailing. She didn't care who heard her. Nothing mattered to her now, only the endless pain swallowing her up.
"Oh, Phil," she sighed staring into the starry night, sniffing up her tears, and swiping at the wetness under her nose.
"I miss you so much."
She tried to force the window shut but was never going to get it through all that snow, and so she left it as is.
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"Stupid ear!" she snapped a minute later, turning her head sideways to examine the throbbing thing in the bathroom mirror - it was red and puffy and begging for attention. She rubbed it gently but stopped at once as a searing pain ripped into ear. Wincing, she faced the mirror and stared into the bloodshot swollen eyes of a pale young woman with sagging cheeks. A shipwreck was a prettier sight. Her mother had always told her she had her brothers eyes, although she barely had eyes right now, thanks to all the swelling. Just another way her body was crying for a break, a good night's rest, perhaps the only rest she was going to get was in a coffin.
"Why am I having these thoughts?" she groaned. "What's happening to me?" She held her face and started crying again, as she thought of her life before this mess of her brother's suicide. Only a week ago she was planning to become a doctor, and to live happily ever after with her brother, and then, so suddenly, her brother pulled himself out of her plans, confusing everything, and filling her up with thoughts that were making her go crazy.
Suddenly, Gloria stopped and looked behind her as that weird feeling of being watched returned stronger. She studied the empty shower a few feet behind her. Its tiles were still wet from the last time she'd used it, but nothing out of the ordinary. Still she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something terribly wrong about this place. It didn't have that homy air about it, even though it was the only home she'd known for the last three years. Something was hanging over her weighing heavily on her chest, and sometimes even making her breathless. Maybe it was just how the sorrow of losing a brother felt like.
Throwing curious glances around the bathroom she turned her face back to the mirror, but almost instantly screamed to high heaven, almost tripping a she jumped back.
She froze eyes glued to the mirror, waiting for the tongue that she'd just seen to make another appearance. It was just a tongue, and it licked her ear. She could have sworn she'd seen it, just as she turned around in the corner of her eye. After waiting for a whole full minute it didn't seem like whatever she'd seen was coming back, and so harvesting a bit of bravery from her loins she returned to the mirror, albeit slowly. Was she losing it? Not a stretch given the current wretch she was.
She shook her head and turned on the faucet, the forty-year-old plumbing inside the walls protested loudly as the faucet snorted out rusty water. Clipping her hair back, she cupped her hands underneath the clearing stream. The warm water felt like a slice of heaven against her frozen fingers. She leaned into the basin, and began to splash her face a few times. While it didn't wash away the thoughts eating away at her peace, the water was still brilliantly soothing.
Timidly, she peered up, and seeing no slithering tongue she seized the edge of the mirror and pulled it back, exposing a cabinet filled with toiletries, medications and, cosmetics. Her pink trembling fingers went for a red cup in the corner, and the small white bottle next to it labeled Ambien. She filled the cup up with water, and then put it down on the basin, as she proceeded to open the bottle, and stare down into it at what were at least a dozen pills, by her wild guess.
She raised the cup to her lips, took a deep breath and knocked back the entire bottle of pills in one fell swoop. She thought she might throw up as the little things traveled down her throat. There, it was done. Her lips trembled as she breathed out afterwards.
"See you soon Phil." she said with a tear-soaked voice, plopping the cup on the basin and the empty bottle of pills next to it.
With that she returned to the bedroom. There, she lay herself down on top of the blanket, closed her eyes and prepared herself for a peaceful going. A smile unseated her frown as images of heaven flashed in front of her mind's eye. She opened her eyes not too long afterwards, feeling breathless as if the air had been sucked out of the room. The window, she thought. She had to get to the window, and so she lifted herself up, only to fall back to the pillow weakly. Again she tried getting up, but this time couldn't even raise head. Her body spasmed as she looked around the room with a pair of eyelids that felt heavier by the moment, and so she simply decided to close them and let the darkness take her.
A creature stood away from the woman then, removing a gnawed hand from her nose and mouth, and then admired its handiwork with a tooth showing grin.
"Is she dead my master? " the vulture perching on the window sill asked.
"See for yourself."
The vulture alighted on the floor next to Gloria's head, and after inspecting her still frame said with a grin. "You've done it master. The Lord will be greatly pleased."
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