Post by Ailera on Oct 14, 2014 10:41:40 GMT -5
How did people know when someone was about to do something bad? I usually knew from the look in their eyes. Things get darker, circles show up. Their face gets a little more serious. Looking at Faust right then, I could tell he was about to do something. He never looked like that when he was silently torturing me with distortions and his horrible jokes. That was the look he gave me before he got me kicked out of someone's house. Without my tongue, I couldn't properly explain to them a bad man was in their house. That bad man followed me everywhere. He distorted things I saw. He destroyed rooms in the blink of an eye, and I would have to go through it cleaning. Cleaning, always. Then someone would in and tell me to stop cleaning, because everything was perfect, when I could see before my eyes a disaster. Some people were blind. Others, like me, could see things like Faust.
I've never met another person besides my dad who could actually see him. I have had masters in the past tell me they could see him, and I would later realize they couldn't. Faust told me things. He would let me know when someone was lying to me, and he would whisper to me things I didn't always want to hear. With my eyes I followed Faust as he walked out of the guest room I was tidying, and silently I begin to follow through the door. I see him disappear down the stairs, and then I am suddenly at the bottom of the stares. I snap out of my daze quickly. That happened all the time, but it was difficult to be accustomed to. Faust stops to wait for me, and then we are in the kitchen. He shows me his pot and I have to fight the urge to vomit.
He did like it when I threw up. He made me clean it up before someone else could see what I'd done. Inside his cooking pot he had a squirrel, one that looked a lot like a dead one my mom found in our backyard a long time ago. It was half rotting, and smelled worse than manure. It smelled decayed. He makes me watch the squirrel, and it climbs out of the pot onto the counter, where Faust cuts his tail off. I watch the squirrel fight for a few moments before he has it all cut up, and then he is shoving bits of it into his mouth. I vomit into the sink. Without a word, Faust turns it on to let it wash down the drain. I wouldn't have to clean it up.
I watch more squirrels come out of the drain, black tar sticking to their bodies as they lay themselves on the counter. One by one, Faust devoured them, and he offered me one that I blatantly refused. He was scaring me. He was trying to. I did not want to let him. When the squirrels stop coming out, he turns to me, hot tar oozing from his mouth. I wondered if it hurt him, and how it stayed hot for so long. I shouldn't have let my mind wander, for all of a sudden he was in my face, almost holding onto me with his bony, cold hands. Suddenly they clamp down on my upper arms, and he is bending over me. I feel he stench coming on to my face, destroying my ability to smell anything else. He face takes over my vision, and his touch turns me cold.
Then he opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, the tar spills out and onto my face. I scream almost immediately. I fall backwards, away from him, and he disappears. I take my face in my hands, screaming, hoping Eila would come to my rescue and not the master of the house. She does come, and when she sees me she is annoyed. I scream louder, shaking my hands and rubbing my face with a washcloth on the floor. When she puts her arms around me, I pull myself away. I did not need to get tar on her. She hits my head, and I hit her back - hard.
She takes the cloth from me, and I am satisfied. The tar was off before it could dry, but I felt the welt my entire face was. My hands reach up to touch the tender skin, and I feel blood. My face began to sting, slowly. I look at Eila, who is angry. I cry harder. I scream again. A woman comes in to yell at me.
I'm fired.
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Hallucination. Brighde's fine.
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