Elliot? It can't be true. He went missing years ago. He's not.....alive?
Shock. That's all I can feel at the moment, as the broom held in my hands drops onto the floor unceremoniously. My hands are shaking as a slivery light shrieks to me, in pain, as if being tortured, before solidifying into a person. Face gaunt with abject terror. Hands seizuring before grabbing my collar, spittle flying into my face, the rictus face of a person gone mad. Whispering feverently to me.
" P-please. R-release me. The p-pain. So l-long. S-so good. Please. Let me be f-free of i-"
His complaints tune out as I walk past him. My mind blank. My gaze wandering towards the glinting glass balls, arranged neatly on the shelves. Names. People I shared a history with.
Tucker. Carl. Billy. Ted. Le-
The door closes behind me. My younger brother, his grin sickly yellow in the dark as he comes near me, his miniscule shadow appearing to grow larger and larger, encompassing the entire room. He breathes out a dissapointed sign, looking as if I'd ruined his play-time.
" Oh phooey, big sis. You had to ruin the fun! Me and my best buddies, playing together and having tea-time. Oh well, we can all go back to having picnic play fun time outside....As soon as I'm done with you."
A low laugh emanated from him. Not sinister. Not sociopathic. One of a child. Without inhibitions. Without restraint. Without morality. Without a care in the world.
All that's left of me is a name engraved on a glass sphere. Among the damned souls that are trapped amongst me.
