Twinkle Twinkle

VI. Bittersweet

This is one of the moments when all I want to be is like a bubble – with one pop, I’m gone. Here I am sitting in a car with strangers. A hundred and one percent strange.

I don’t know if this is just paranoia or my senses are feeding me the answers. I can smell some danger. Quite ironic. A girl is saved from the monsters in an unknown dark street, then ending up being fed to them.

I feel really dizzy now. I feel really exhausted. But I never close my eyes, almost not blinking. Total paranoia. I keep my senses actively sharp.

Not missing the tiniest clinks. Taking notice of every landmark being passed through. Hearing the faintest sound of their breathing. Feeling my every heartbeat.

Then I realized I can’t take it anymore. I badly need a little rest. Maybe I should relax a bit. Finally I let my anxious self go. So I closed my eyes.

Sweet dreams Twinkle.

* * *

I remember it. I was in a theater.

“When I grow up I want to be a dancer, a writer, or a teacher”, a girl confidently says to a crowd. “I want to be a ballerina, and my family would love to see me on stage too. My papa and mama are my biggest fans. I’m so happy to know that.”

The crowd claps. The girl bows. Girl looks up to the crowd looking for someone. Girl seems to see nobody. Girl lowers her head.

A woman wearing a white gown walks in towards the stage, along with a boy. Girl looks up to them and smiles. The woman took a knife and with a big smile she pushed it down the boy’s neck. Girl let out a loud shriek.

The woman comes to me. She handed me the knife and nod. I took it. I stabbed it against my chest. I feel nothing. Then I see some white light and a sign which says ‘The Veranda’.