Dull

Your bloodshot eyes seem to scream at me whenever you look at me in that condescending way of yours. The spit that emits from your tongue whenever you speak makes me sick to my stomach. How can one person be so vile? Everything about you makes me feel dirty; your greasy hair, your ashen skin, your personality. But why should I be the one to have to shower?

It’s so hard to believe how there was a time when I loved everything about you. Your gorgeous blue eyes, so blue I wanted to swim in them and get lost in them forever. Your lisp that was especially cute when you talked so fast – telling me something before you believed you would forget it – your tongue got in the way. Your curly hair and your smooth skin. I loved you for your looks, but I loved you especially for how you made me feel. Your personality shined through the stars in the sky, indefinitely making you the brightest one. But now that sky is gray, and I haven’t seen a star in months.

I hate, hate, hate you when I used to love, love, love you and that still baffles my mind. I lay awake some nights just thinking about our past, trying to convince myself somewhere, deep down, I still love you. But then you walk in, in your drunken stupor and I remember all the reasons I do not love you. And I want to remember all the reasons I used to, but you never give me any reasons I should.

That’s how this all started; reasons. You bought the twelve-pack because you wanted friends at work and you needed a reason to throw a party. You threw parties every Friday since then because your “friends” needed a reason to hang out with you. You threw me to the curb and fell in love with alcohol, but I don’t know the reason for that one. I cried as I watched your headlights pull away, your star dimming by every sip.

I waited for you to come back. I hid your booze and suffered your blows. I did everything in my power to bring your shine back, but you only dulled mine. Now I’m done trying to fix yours, it’s time to find mine.

We were going to be married. We had our life planned out and now you’ve gone and drowned it in alcohol. How do you feel? Tipsy, I bet. You don’t care. You don’t care about me or anything. I’ve watched you hide your emotions and any type of feeling you may have under alcohol. I don’t even remember the last time you told me you loved me, and I sure as hell know you don’t.

Not only has this taught me about you, but this has taught me about myself. I will no longer fall victim to words that have no emotion and come from the lips of a drunk. Everyone says drunken words are the truth, but I believe if you’re intoxicated enough, you can’t decipher from the truth or what is made up. Your brain is a mess and I’m done trying to sort it back out.

Your shine was once the brightest in this cloudy, gray sky. I miss it. I miss you.

Molly

It was around May or so, still near the beginning of the summer so it was not too hot nor too chilly. The weather was perfect to me. I had been waiting for a long time to lie on the beach, feel the sun soak into my skin, and listen to the waves crash onto the shore.

The car ride to the beach seemed to take five minutes, which made a good start for the day. Upon arriving, I found a perfect parking spot right on the beach and started my day immediately. My towel lay down with no trouble and there was hardly anyone on the beach. It was bliss. Ten minutes later, I had fallen asleep under the warm blanket of the sun.

When I awoke, there was a significantly larger number of people on the beach than there had been when I had first arrived. How long had I been asleep? I wondered to myself. I had no source of time on me. Digging my toes in the sand, I took a deep breath, still waking up. The sun was beating down hard and I loved every moment. Everyone was so happy and I had a sense of peace throughout my body. As I stood, the clouds darkened drastically and people started to pause to look.

“What…” I spoke aloud, confused. The water started to go into turmoil, twisting and turning and spraying. People started to run and scream, but I was still rooted to the spot. “What’s going on?” I asked, grabbing someone’s arm as they ran past me.

“Molly,” was all they said before they ran away.

I turned back to the water, confused still. Who was Molly? Why couldn’t they have just given me a coherent answer? Then, as if a tornado was forming from under the water’s surface, a hole started to appear. My eyes widened and I stumbled back as a large rainbow-colored thing started to rise up. It was so shiny and had so much electricity radiating off of it, it burned my eyes to look at. Through the mouth on its stomach, it started to squirt water at people, knocking them out.

“Molly, the Monster! Don’t look into its eyes! Run! Run for your lives!” I heard someone yell.

Suddenly, a big gust of wind knocked me off my feet, my bottom landing in the cloud-like sand. Molly was starting to approach the land. I tried to get up, but my knees gave away. Sweat dripped down my face and my heart was racing as if I was having an adrenaline rush, but no adrenaline could keep me standing. I started to crawl away until the sand burned my skin. I cried out in pain and fell on my side, rolling over onto my back.

The sand still burned and I didn’t know why considering the sky was filled with black clouds. There was no one left on the beach to help me up, either. I started to cry until the burning stopped. Looking around, I searched for Molly. Far down the beach, I saw her stealing all the sunscreen she could get her large claws on. Slowly, when she wasn’t looking, I started to roll over. Once I was successful, I started to inch away like a worm. My car was so close.

When I was feet away from my car, I started to crawl. My hands were heavy with pain and my vision was going blurry. Just before I reached my car, I lifted my hands and saw I had 7 fingers on each. Was that normal? I couldn’t remember. The feeling of something wrapping around my leg brought me out of my thoughts. It dragged me back as I started to scream. I was flung around in the air, the beach below me and sky above me looked like they were in a washing machine. Before I got sick, Molly pulled me upright and directly in her face. As told, I avoided her eyes. I told myself to stop crying.

“Are you scared?” Molly asked. I nodded my head. There was no use in lying to a monster who already had you captured and you could feel the electricity buzzing through them. “Does your skin burn from the hot sun?” I nodded in response. From the corner of my eye I saw a tube expand out of her head and directly over me. It cranked four times before showering me with freezing cold sunscreen. I choked and sputtered on it when I tried to cry out. It felt good and bad at the same time, a feeling I did not like.

“Where’s your sunscreen?” she asked, stopping the flow. My body was sticky and dripping with sunscreen. The smell was so strong I wanted to throw up. I opened my mouth only to choke more. She squeezed my torso tighter as the wind picked up. “Where’s your sunscreen?!” she yelled.

“I-I didn’t bring any.” I managed.

With such great force my breath escaped me, she threw me to the ground. Before I landed, I lifted my head and made direct eye contact with her. Molly’s eyes were a dull green and black, the colors swirled together like marble. The sad tone of them did not fit in with the rest of her and I started to wonder why I was told not to look into them.

Until I realized I was frozen in air.

An orb, identical to the color of Molly’s eyes, formed slowly around me. I tried to move but my body was like a rock. I tried to scream, but my mouth was sealed shut. Even tears couldn’t escape my eyes.  The orb moved me towards the sky, and then sat me upright to look directly into the monster’s face. She gave a tilt of the head and a small smile, moving towards me at astonishing speed. Before her mouth engulfed me, I woke up.