| Smoke(Outer Shell Chap.3)
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By Scarlet_Black
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SMOKE
The first & second chapter are below.
Sometimes you get so used to feeling bad that you feel uncomfortable if you feel good, you do all the things that would make you feel bad without you really knowing about it.
Soon, your life seems to have become a failure, with your mother alive but gone forever(it would be better if she was actually dead), not ever knowing your father, leaving school, living with an annoying aunt of yours, doing nothing special. Except for that one without which nobody wants to live now a days. Not talking sex, I am talk about that special green leaf which can also be used a medicine of cancer. She did not have cancer, she wished she had. She wished she had AIDS, tried to have it but never could succeed.
Aunt would continuously yell at her, saying she was like her mother, cruel and nasty, rude and lazy, a bitchy witch, that's what she was. that She should leave her alone and look for her, her mother who ran away when she was about 5 and never came back. Aunt said she was burden, even though she was 12. Aunt yelled at her for not passing the exams, that if she would not study, her uncle would not look after her any longer. She listened to all this very carefully, every word of it although she wasn't looking at her aunt. She was looking at the ashtray of her uncle, and she felt she had to smoke. But no matter how spoilt she was she would finish listening to her aunt and then she would go and lit a smoke, `smoke'- she liked the word `smoke' but she isn't supposed to like something fatal, but then when did she ever did anything `supposed'? She was accelerating the global warming, that's bad. But she accepted the fact, and she thought, why not? What's the harm in dying. She sometimes wished she could change, she wished she could pull of her skin like a snake's and become another person. She did not know how to do that.
After her aunt finished yelling her she would always come to her and say- ``honey,just because your mother did not care for you, it doesn't mean we don't.'' or something like that. Her name was pearl, but calling her honey was easier for her mother used to call her honey pearl, wierd name.
She would go to her room and close the door as she always did. All night, she would not sleep, she would smoke and she would read newspapers. After her guardians fell asleep, she would sneak out of the house and get lost. This wasn't easy because her uncle would always keep the door locked from inside for they knew her habit of getting out at night. She would have to crack the lock, then get out.
After she got out, things would began to become even more dangerous with rapists, drunks, madmen and criminals lurking around. But she had a solid reason to get out in the night, she had dates with some people.(unfinished)
The first chapter is below. -Editor
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CONTAGION
There was a time when people would look at him and say, `my God! the `good boy' glow is bursting right out of him!' He would blush, only 7 years old and only a crybaby. Looking for more and more people to get him comfort. Looking for people who needed some too and comforting them and people would look at him with their eyes wide open, thinking, `Why would such a baby would come to comfort me!' Borrowing money from him was as easy as eating a chocolate cake, rich and sweet. Or like chocolate milkshake or like a chocolate bar, for he was only like a soft creamy chocolate bar, only to be eaten. Only to be bitten by 10 pairs of foolish yellow, smelling teeth. Teeth of those who did not brush.
Just before losing the shell, like a snake often does with lot of trouble, he was sitting on a chair in the morning with the big black dining table in front of him. On the dining table there was food. Although what the food had he hardly noticed. He was thinking, listening to something and smelling something. A smell that often follows him and a singing voice, like a little girl. He was, as we know still dwelling over what that smell was of and whose was the baby voice that followed him, almost everywhere.
A superstitious person would say, he was possessed. But let's not blame the superstitious people because we ourselves like to believe something that isn't real. We are also trying to prove scientifically that spirits DO exist, we simply love being scared of the ghosts and are thrilled by charms of Mr. Harry Potter. At least the superstitious person does not want to prove anything, he only believes what he believes!
However, our hero here wasn't a Harry Potter, nor was he chased by Lasher. Neither was he possessed by six demons. These are all his thoughts, not mine, before he died. Because before dying he was reasoning with himself, subconsciously thinking that something like Regan in Exorcist was about to happen to him at the end. Never did he realize that he was about to die that easily. Never did his mother think that her son would become so silent and the next day so rude! She thought that he has become rude when she said(as every other mother says to their children), `Clean up your room!' He said, `I don't pay for the house! Nor do I pay for the clothes! Why should I clean them?'
Grounded! That's what she thought had to be done with him. But he did not need to be grounded, he wasn't depending on his parents any longer and the day after he had died, he got out of the house and never came back.
Of course he did not take any clothes. He said so himself, he did not pay for them. He was going to pay for clothes and rooms to live in, himself now.
After he died, you would think that he had now some extra cool scary super powers. I don't know if he really does have any but, he did not notice that someone was following him.
The name of the 21 years old girl was 'Pearl'. She had jet black hair and a tanned skin. small, tiny yellowish brown eyes and very small bosoms. She was very tall, taller than he was and very very skinny, almost sick. Skinny girls look good but she didn't, she looked like a skeleton with skin taped all over her. She would have been more beautiful though if she didn't forget to eat so frequently and didn't walk around strange places so much. She was his neighbor. She had been watching him.
She used to watch him like bird watchers do. Bird watchers who spend days and nights observing birds, how they eat, reproduce, that kind of stuff. She was this observer and when she was just about to see that he was becoming sick, her daughter said, `mama! I`am hungry' She didn't want to notice the unwanted child so she said, `you ate only half an hour ago!' The daughter said, `no mama! you forgot to cook.'
She had to withdraw. By the time she had fed her daughter, the show was already over.
The daughter, is the daughter whom she gave birth to 4 years ago, accidentally. The daughter needed to learn how to cook so even if mama forgot to cook, she could eat herself. The daughter's name is `pearl'. For the mama pearl didn't know what else to name her. She was the honey pearl, and the mama was mama pearl.
So mama pearl followed him, the night was already dark around where they used to live. Following him wasn't easy. She did not see him change his shell but she did see the shell itself. What a foolish mistake to dump it on neighbor's garbage can, mama pearl was eager to know why would he want to dump his trash on her garbage can. When she got it out and opened it, it looked like a leather costume full of blood and stench and fungi and holes. She had to get another shower.
She was, for a moment confused like the boy was when he was alive. But she wasn't going to wait like the boy had waited to get a psychiatrist. She had to watch the bird more carefully from now on, so, she followed her. She did not know where he was going, what he was up to. She also didn't know that he wasn't about to come back. So she kept on following in the dark. He wasn't however up to taking any taxi, nor he was headed for the bus station. He was walking.
For a second she thought he was simply out there to take a walk, which he often does. But then, she thought, `the shell had been changed'.
So they kept on walking, one after the other, the sky was navy blue and the moon was bright. Suddenly the boy looked behind, mama pearl tried to pretend that she was tying her shoes. She looked at him, he was looking her straight into the eyes. Eyes like a cobra.
He left, leaving her sitting on the street, still hands on the shoes. Then she felt it, she felt that she was about to vomit, something was about to come out of her. She heard someone singing, a little baby girl like her honey pearl. She smelled the smell. And she went home, taking the nauseating feeling inside her.
THE OUTER SHELL (Chapter 1)
When he looked out the window, the day was as normal as ever, nobody called him or anything. He couldn't sort out why there were so much noise and bizarre music in his head. He knew that the sounds were simply his imagination at first but now he was confused. The singing of a little baby, it had become clearer over the weeks. He is really starting to get confused if someone in the neighborhood really sang or not. Late at night he woke up hearing quarrels which weren't really happening. He was however sure that his mind was very tired and he needed to rest and the sounds were just crap in his head, and again he was not so sure. He heard his mother calling him, when he responded, she wasn't even home. He decided that it was really time to see a doctor. But he was scared, he did not know why. He did not want to tell anybody about it because he was afraid of being treated like a weirdo.
So he tried his best to ignore the sounds and also the nausea he'd been feeling lately. It felt like something was trapped inside him and wanted to come out. `Ignore it! don't think about it..' He thought to himself.
On Saturday night he was making out with his girlfriend when she suddenly pushed hm away. `WHAT?' He asked. She said, `you called me an over weight slut!'
`no i didn't!' He tried to defend himself but the girlfriend was to smart to believe him and left.
He was dumbstruck, was that some kind of clever way to dump him? Well maybe it was. He got angry and yelled at his walking away ex-girlfriend- `you over weight ugly bad breath slut!!' She should have invented something cleverer.
He got into his bathroom and started peeing in the washing sink. While holding it he looked at the mirror and gasped. There was nothing abnormal in the mirror except for that he thought he saw two reflections in the mirror. The other wasn't any ghost, it was him, standing behind his other peeing self. It was sounds before and now he started to see stupid things! Something must be done before any more weird stuff happens. And then something came up to his mind. Did he really call his girlfriend an over weight slut? Or someone else did? Someone who looks and talks like him perhaps! As soon as he thought about this he got annoyed. He simply had to see a doctor, their was no other way.
His life had been very normal up till now, nothing bad or painful or sad have ever happen to his life which could turn him into a mental. Everything was almost perfect. He saw horror movies about personality disorders and such things, he thought that maybe something like that have happened to him. But then, this type of sickness needs a lot of caring and time to heal, he did not have time for that. But if he did not consult a psychiatrist things might get even worse. He had a decision to make.
Next morning, when he was about to go to see the doctor, he felt a kind of suffocating nausea. Before he could understand what was happening, his lungs burst, he couldn't breath anymore and he died. Just like that. He died.
Mean, from inside his torn out mouth came out a naked person covered in fluids. It was he himself. He got out and looked at his body which looked like a leather costume now. He had to wash.
He had been thinking about getting out of this outer shell for a long time, he had to do it before the psycho went to the doctor. Now that he has come out, everything was about to change. There were no more confusing sounds inside his head now.
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