Everything has changed

 Everything has changed

Alone and unholy: stench of death clung onto the barren walls of the room. Remorseful tears swept their way down her neck and onto the tips of her bare feet. Desperately, she rested her head on the wall and latched onto the soft plushy red carpet under her.

My hands of curiosity grasped the edge of the door pane while I curiously peaked into the family room. Unaware, I watched my sister shatter like broken glass as all her hope, faith and assurance died.  Bursts of splutter and gasps busted from the room. What’s going on? Why was she crying?

Without hesitation, I raced to tell Mama. My feet made the creaking floor beds of the stairs to shake, shiver and shudder. Light seeped from the parlor, where I knew Mama was sitting by the fire and doing her daily knitting. Finally, I reached the last step and jumped onto the ground. As if it was alive, the cheetah skinned mat at my feet grinned and growled at me. Consciously and carefully: I tiptoed around it.

Cold heat engulfed me and the blinding light blinded me. My baby blue ruffled hem swayed at my sudden halt. “Mama?” I asked, slowly moving closer to her and the raging hot fire. “Yes dear?”, she replied without lifting her head from her knitting, “Come closer, I can barely hear you”. I obeyed her. Mama’s hair was tied into a tight flourished bun behind her head and her dress was filled with layers of ruffles with magnificent puff sleeves hanging on her shoulder. I adored Mama’s style. Chiffon, Lace and Charmeuse was sent all the way from Paris to make her elegant gowns!

“Mama, Prisscilla is crying. Why is she crying?”, I confidently asked her. Mama’s eyes shot up from her work and dashed towards me. Like a storm in them, the greys and black swirled and swished together. I could feel the fury radiating of her. It pushed me and I took a few steps back. As a bouldering tyrant, she stood up from her chair abruptly. My legs turned to jelly. “Nothing. Happened.”, she bellowed, “Your sister is fine and how dare you intrude her privacy”. She raised her delicate hand and boxed my ears.

Pain blurted from my right side and blinded me. Like mist clinging onto the wind shield, wisps of tears blurred my vision. Mama never hit me. My ears rang. Someone screamed for someone. I surrendered to the darkness.

Flutters of light woke me up. Prissy’ s red face blocked it. Her eyes were swollen and her gray dress resembled her pale gray face but colors of blurry blue, blurry purple and blurry red flashed powerfully against the ashen skin of her neck. “Are you alright?”, Prissy whispered. Pins of pain were till jabbing my right temple but I nodded. “What’s going on Prissy?”, I mumbled.

“Don’t trust anyone, Pansy”

“Specially…”. I could not believe what I heard.