Thursday, October 23, 2003

la la la la listen to yourself/go on and on and on as if you're talking to someone else

A man with large eyebrows stood out to her from the cliff, climbing up it with not effort at all. Ven stared at him with little care and little interest. She turned around from the man, crossing her shoulders tight.

"Ha ha," said the man to her as he walked over. "Venny dear, now please, do dance with me here upon this very cliff. For I wish to feel you in my arms, and wish to make you smile." The man held out his hand, placing it right in her line of vision.

There was a sudden blur, like spinning fast and endlessly around and round in circles. Suddenly there was not a cliff. And there was not a man.

Venny stood on a marble floor the glimored in the light. And through the light, Ven could see her face, her usual, meaningless face. The dark, black hair stood on her head, matted and fritted around in mangled curls. Her thin eyebrows, fuzzy, sat meek on her face, dancing up on her eyes. The eyes she saw did not look like her own. In them, through the reflection, she could see herself still standing on the cliff, the man's hand in her line of vision, the careless look on her face.

She smiled from seeing herself in her eyes and began to laugh. Stomping the ground, tears began to run down her face, carless, absent tears; tears that a tree would never cry. Tears that a stolid, unemotional girl like Venny would not cry. And even through her tears, she continued to cry.

She cried because she knew what was going to happen on that cliff, with the man. She knew it well.

The man would put his arms around her, force her to dance while he hummed a beat. And Venny would not want to dance, no she wouldn't. She would tell him no, over and over again. Tell him no until she thought she knew nothing--not even his name.

And she watched this, on the marble floor, through her reflection, her eyes. She say the naive, stupid girl struggle not to dance, and she watched as she knew what was going to happen happen.

The man began frantically grabbing her as Ven finally decided to climb back down the cliff. She paused on the edge, preparing her grappling materials, getting ready to go down as fast as she could. And then she had felt a stern hand grab her shoulder like a thin branch. Suddenly all she could feel was pain and hurt.

As she stared at her reflection in her eye, she could feel the pain. And as soon as the pain came, drops of blood began falling on the marble floor. Drops of pain, of wounds. She couldn't see her reflection any longer as the blood continued to drip. She began walking off, leaving the blood on the ground, the memory of the images in her eyes that she could see.

Suddenly she slipped on the floor, fell on her knees, and her arm fell on top of her head as she felt liquid drip onto her. Venny knew what it was, and looked at it, fixated.

There on her arms stood one of the scars she had gotten from the man. It was large, gashed her entire wrist up to the near end of her arm. It was bleeding freshly, and she looked at it for a long time, still on the ground.

She began picking at it

Pick pick pick pick pick pick pick pick

She couldn't stop herself. It felt good to pick it, it was like having an orgasm. Only it wasn't.

The sore continued to grow bigger and bigger. Ven picked off half the scar, then finally, as if she had come out of her fixation, she stood up. She was no longer on a marble floor or looking down in her eyes seeing herself and the man. She was no longer there.

Slowly, cautiously, she rolled over on her bed, feeling around for any human forms. Her hand came over a thick, even-muscled arm. She screamed, and pulled the covers off the arm, revealing the whole body.

There he lay, dead.
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