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Eiji screamed out, as the invisible hand moved from his mouth
towards his eyes, he looked out from the corner of his eyes and
saw that Ron was still still, frozen in time, not even moving
his chest to breathe. "No..." He managed to gasp out, yet the
hand didn't stop, it was still there, he could feel the presence
of it somewhere, somehow.
The world blurred, yet Leyla stayed clear. She seemed closer and
closer now.
Out of nowhere, a voice penetrated the silence blur, a quiet,
comforting melody. It was loud, yet soothing, penetrating all
the way from the ears into the brain.
Something seemed to penetrate through the blurs now, something
seemed to have started revealing past it.
The hand's presence was there, Eiji could feel it. He started to
run his hand through his face, searching every surface of it,
and as it reached his eyes, he felt that same soft skin again.
Skin of a woman, soft as a baby's.
There was no mistake, it was there, and Eiji started to panic
again.
He didn't want it there, he didn't want anything at all.
And as he thought about that, his hands started digging at the
skin, trying to pull it apart, trying to get it away from him.
He screamed out in pain. It hurt too much.
The hand seemed to be glued right on his face, strings of
elastic tissue connecting him and the hand. Eiji tried to ignore
the pain, he didn't know why, but he wanted the hand away, he
just wanted the hand out of his face.
The elastic tissues pulled and pull, as if pulling onto every
one of his nerves on his skin. Yet Eiji kept going, screaming
out in pain as he pulled as much as he could.
The tissues started to break, ripping apart, and as his pain
increased from this, the song became clearer and clearer, a high
pitched voice, a melody that was breaking through the pain,
breaking through it all.
And as he opened his eyes, the apartment of Ron and Leyla were
no longer there. In place of it, was an old and decrepit room,
the walls dirty and the room stinking of sea water and rotting
fish. And as more tissues broke, Eiji could see the hand that
was stuck to his face. It was a small and fragile hand, pure as
snow, ripping away from his face.
The song was louder and louder now, filling the room.
Eiji yelled out in pain, as the last tissue snapped away,
severing his face from the hand.
He could see everything clearly now, there was no longer any
blurring, and everything was clearer than he had ever remember.
The details in the room were sharp, the noises resounding over
and over again in his ears, and the smell pierced through his
nostrils and nerves. He almost gasped in surprise from it all.
"You were not supposed to see all this." A voice came from
behind him.
He turned around and saw a woman in a kimono. |
