You Can Never Leave
By Marie Myers
I didn’t have to turn around to know that it was the nurse or whatever it was that was dressed up as one. Everything was suddenly cold and dark again as I felt her lips brush my earlobe as she leaned forward. Her entire being seemed to emanate cold. Her lips felt like ice as they briefly brushed up against my ear lobe.
“You can never leave.” She whispered in a voice so cunning yet so angelic. I shuddered as we both sank back into the darkness.
I don’t understand what I could have done to deserve this. I don’t understand where we went wrong, how, or why. Jazzie…my own sister had killed me…and for what? So she would receive all of the inheritance when our parents passed away? Was it because she was secretly jealous of me and how my parents had always gloated about my accomplishments? Leaving Jaz out of their kind words…Jaz who had struggled with drugs and addiction. Who ended up pregnant at sixteen…and lived with the parents still at thirty. Would she make my death her own personal tragedy and gloat to others about how she had been there for me ’til the end?
My questions will forever haunt me. They echo back to my ears…ringing over and over again…why…why would this happen to me…why would she kill me…screaming…screaming up and down the hallways everywhere I run, accompanied with nothing more but the slapping of my feet on the cold, hard, ground, my eyes seeing nothing but the hundreds and thousands of rooms that stretched and stretched? That were never-ending just like the sound of insects crawling through the ceiling and the cacophony of all the souls who reside here for eternity trapped in a never-ending vortex created by their own personal discoveries…personalized eternal torment.
I can hear myself screaming but no longer can I control the crude sounds which escape from my lips or their very movement for that matter. The slapping of my two feet stopped some time ago and I try to run but I can’t, my leg is still there, but it might as well not be. The damn thing is twisted in the wrong direction. The best I can do is drag it behind me searching endlessly for some way out all the while knowing that I can never leave.
Whatever you do, don’t go into the light, it’s better not to know…it’s better not to question…because when you do…you can’t leave. You can never leave.