necrotizing fasciitis tw
May 4, 2020 17:06:29 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 4, 2020 17:06:29 GMT -5
There's an eye that watches her.
Sitting on a shelf, bobbing and swirling and it's ever worse when it isn't looking at her. I've began to hate the damn thing, Eirlys only hated when it would face somewhere else. It became a bit of a nervous tick and she would shift the jar to always stare her when she worked - Sin wouldn't comment on it. Perhaps, he thought it rude. He would stay in one corner, ever patient, and he would watch Eirlys, as Eirlys would watch the jar, and the jar would watch her.
She had grown to miss that room in the last year. That basement, in its decay and rust and blood, she could feel the dry in the grooves of her fingers. Humming to herself as she would rub her thumb to her index and imagine that the dust would fall onto her stained bed sheets. Thirty one years had past of this- the same, Eirlys had seen her parents leave without return, had seen sisters leave without return
and of course, they would die.
and return.
In pieces, and Eirlys knew one day she would die, and she would die with her brain in tact.
That's all she would tell Sin, she would die sane. She would die a sister, not a mother- she never wanted kids. Sin was the closest thing she would ever have; she would look at him with hate in her eyes. Gentle in her approach, but never caring, never warm. A mindset of a woman who played god, rubbing blood between her finger tips- she had stopped caring for them decades ago.
Kindly, an eye stared at the collar of her shirt. Not at, but under, and Raisa would never notice, Ridley would never ask, Eirlys was no longer in charge. Perhaps, she never was. Hands gently cutting skin apart, removing capable organs and preserving them for whoever would need them next, and that's all she was. Capable, the basement would be quiet alone for the noise of gore, and she would question which organ she would be in her family.
If Ridley was the mouth, than Raisa would be the eyes. Perhaps Annabelle was the face, the girl in front of the Mortuus hospital, some patients still ask where she went off to. Ridley would tell them, the peacekeeper academy, can you believe it? A girl from twelve, getting to work for the capitol. Can you believe it, Sin?
Annabelle must be in the capitol.
And "can you believe it, they are accepting permits for travel?"
Eirlys hears it now, "Sin, close the curtains for me, please."
Annabelle is in the capitol, we should pay her a visit, Ridley.
If she had not known better, she would say Hyacinth was the heart. It all seemed to fall apart without her; Eirlys thought she who they looked up to, but it was Hyacinth all along. A system without blood flow, that is when Eirlys realized they were never one system. Hyacinth died, the salvageable organs would remain, find new bodies, and the rest would rot.
Raisa had reinnovated the room for her, angrily, it seems. Sin had known all along, and on behalf of Eirlys, kept it a secret until it spread. Eirlys would die sane, as her skin rotted at its seams. So many times before, she had seen it happen, where they would assess an illness and Eirlys would decide when was the point to accept a patient's loss. To kill them peacefully, salvage their organs, to move on;
Eirlys, as she realized, was no capable organ.
Sin was the third to know she was dying, Eirlys was the second, Hyacinth was the first.
Finally, that eye stares at her from beneath the floorboard. A gaze lifted by nothing, Eirlys can feel it- Hyacinth always fucking knew. Maybe, she was watching all along, saw the virus from when it first entered the paper cut on her thumb padding. It could be her sister's fault, and she had cursed the night she had known.
Swore her name, sweat bogged in the cattails of her eyebrows as she realized the pink had swirled black. Simple in its state, panicked in her own; Sin could have removed her hand. They both knew it, wrist strapped to a sickening white table, a boy half her age- "Sin,
do you know where Avery lives?"
Eirlys only refused.
Color bloomed on her body for the first time in three decades, greens and yellows and her right arm shaped down to nothing but a growing carcass. A pale figure in black uniform, she waited for it to latch onto her neck before telling her sisters. Covered in every instance, Sin would know, Hyacinth would watch as she rotted in real time.
Eirlys' siblings, they wouldn't know until an infection would become their sister; it's almost like nothing changed. The waiting room for her death would be occupied by two, and Ridley would check in just enough to remind Eirlys that she wasn't dead yet. A cycle that had begun ten years ago, the second God chose Ansgar over Hyacinth.
One day, she would die, and "you should pay her a visit soon." She says to Sin.
He will understand, he usually does.
