The Blood Of Two

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Dedicated to Nora. You may be leaving us, but we will miss you dearly.

Submitted: December 24, 2013

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The wall seemed to stare blankly at me. A small portion of which was painted in a crystallised blue during the time of excitement and when we embraced the future. The organic blend coffee slowly turned cold as I sat and stared at the wall. Simplicity appeared to cast a shadow onto the dark corners and forced me to stare mindlessly at the thin sheet of plaster that was supposed to entertain me for hours on end.

“Celia, come now,” Victoria called out to me. I stood slowly and placed the wasted coffee onto the coffee table beside of me. The hem of my dress swished around my ankles and I slipped on the cardigan sitting on the arm of the chair. Its musky and perfume infused smell encircled me and helped me feel protected from something I was not sure even existed.

***

The wet air clung to my skin like sticky tape and I felt my cheeks become pink in the winter chill.

“Celia, we are going to lunch. That sounds nice, doesn’t it?” Victoria asked me graciously. I nodded slightly in response and hooked my arm through hers. I felt my movements become stiffer as we neared the gate to the driveway. “Maybe today isn’t a good day for lunch. Why don’t we just go for a drive and pick up something to eat?” Victoria suggested. I nodded once again and she opened the gate.

The small Mercedes sat idle under the tin carport. Victoria walked me over to the passenger side door and helped me sit on the leather seat. I placed my seat belt on and clutched my hands together. Victoria sat down and turned on the car. She pulled out of the driveway carefully and we carried on down the street.

***

A fresh cup of coffee sat in my hands. It was warm and I was more alert. The wall still stared at me, though, informing me on something I do not understand. I turned to my right slightly in my arm chair and picked up the pad and paper that sat ready for me to use on the coffee table. Annalisa walked out of the kitchen on my left and smiled.

“Are you writing another one?” Annalisa asked me kindly. I turned to look at her.

“Another what, dear?” I replied. She smiled.

“Another best seller, Celia!” she exclaimed.

“Ahh,” I said with a smile, “We’ll see,” she grinned and walked back into the kitchen. I looked back at the wall again and saw a small blood spatter appear just off the centre of the wall. The blood appeared on the notepad in front of me as well. Annalisa began to sing a bright shrill of a song that even mockingbirds would fly away from and I blocked my ears with my hands. The blood spatter began to spread across the whole of the wall in front of me.

“Annalisa!” I screamed. “Annalisa! Save me!” I screamed. The girl came running out of the kitchen and pulled my hands away from my ears. The cool tears fell slowly down my face and I opened my eyes to see the plain wall once again.

“Did you see, Celia?” the girl asked me. “Did you see again, Celia?” she repeated. I nodded and dropped my head to my chest. “What did you see?” her voice was shaking when she talked. I looked up and pointed at the blank wall in front of me.

“Blood.”

***

Four women dressed in black and navy blue,
They stood before me – two by two.
The skirts of their dresses swaying,
But only one was saying,
“Dear, I think we have an issue,”

The girl sat in the arm chair dressed in black,
A lace pattern graced her back.
She was lost and confused,
Her arms purple and bruised.

The helper stood to the side,
Her blonde hair tucked and tied.
She stepped forward and offered:
“Maybe she’s just confused,”

One of the women laughed as she said:
“Confused? She’s off her head!”
The next lady stepped forward and said:
“Maybe that’s the answer – off with her head?”
They said ‘no, no’ and looked at the girl.

The helper stepped forward once again.
“Maybe it’s true,” she said.
“Maybe she sees once more,”

Four women dressed in black and navy blue,
They stood before me – two by two.
I blinked as they stared at me and caught their gaze.
For I saw the blood on the wall.

For I saw the scars that held them all.
For I saw the truth that riddled their hearts.
For I saw the darkness deep within.
For I saw the future in my tired state;
A state where Writing can contrast to,
The black and blue of the women’s dresses.
The four women that stood two by two.

The meadow was dank with lilies and shrew,
The scent of corn had sifted through.
The blood red sky had left me wondering:
“Why do we stand by two by two?”

***

“She appears to have progressed awfully quickly through her dementia,” the doctor said to the blonde girl beside her. The girl whose name was easily forgotten and changed with each day.

“Yes, she has always had an issue with illness,” the blonde girl replied. I believe her name was Veronica or Elise.

“Well, there’s not much we can do about it, you’re better off just keeping her at home where she is more likely to be familiar with her surroundings,” the doctor commented. “She doesn’t have long left, however,” they said softly. “The writing appears to help her; I believe it helps her escape and tune in to present something rather than to dream aimlessly,” The doctor handed the blonde girl a slip of paper and left the room. She stood at the doorway momentarily before looking at me.

“Well Celia, looks like we’re going home,” the blonde girl said softly.

***

The pen and paper sat on my lap. The blonde girl was in another room. I looked around for my cup of organic blend coffee but it was not in sight. I stood and looked at the questionably plain wall before me. The blood shot out and splattered across the wall. I felt my body jolt with each poetic burst of red. The last of my fighting breaths escaped me as my blood decorated the wall and surrounding furniture. The pen and pad fell to the ground – the thick, red liquid staining the pages. I looked down at my thick black dress that was now sticky in the centre of my abdomen. I fell onto the old decorated carpet. The crystallised blue patch of the wall was now covered in a fine mist of blood. It seemed to eliminate the simplicity of the room that had plagued me for years.

The blonde girl ran over to me.

“Celia! Who did this to you? We’ll get you help,” she said quickly. The blonde girl scuttled over to the phone and dialled a person to which I have no idea. She crawled back over to me with the phone pressed to her ear.

“What’s your name, dear?” I asked her.

“Nora,” she replied.

“That’s a pretty name,” I told her. I felt my body lift slightly as the blood drained from my internal organs. “I told you so,” I whispered and let the world fade to black.

“The supreme’s dead,” Nora yelled into the phone. “She saw her death, I told you so,” the girl hung up the phone and picked up the pen and paper from where it lay. Her knees were now a rich red colour from kneeling in the blood absorbed carpet. The girl read the passage and blinked impulsively. It made no sense what the woman had written. No sense to her anyway. She read it over again to no avail.

Why do we walk by two by two?
For I see the future and so do you.
Just open your eyes and look around you.
The blood spatter will come by two by two.

***

Dedicated to Nora. A friend and a helper. Lots of love. We will miss you!


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