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pizzacatuhhh · 2 months

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Rotten Teeth pt4

A/N: I wrote this literally at 3 am, Sorry for any writing errors 😭

I dont like sleeping, It’s cause I know that something could happen to me while I sleep. Rarely do I ever sleep at night, I’m not scared of the thought of falling into a state of unconsciousness, but rather the reoccurring sequences that come. They aren’t real; That’s what I tell myself at least. But I can say the same for reality itself.

Elisei left hours ago, Everything’s quiet, the sound of static filling my head. If she was here she would yell at me to sleep, Even if she wasn’t me she would still care. I look around my room, Laying on back in my bed aligned with the cushions as I just think. I stare at the ceiling, maybe i’m trying to make out faces, memorable pictures. But i’m left inconclusive, Empty. I don’t even know what i’m doing, Why am I overthinking? Elisei would say to think about nothing but what even is nothing? Static? Just the color grey? Nothing is subjective.

I stop. That silent static that rings slowly is overtaken by the sound of a woman shrieking. A cold-blooded yell for help, A haunting roar that I could pin for my imagination - No, this is real.

The scream kept going, It ncreasingly grew louder and louder like it was right next to me. By looking outside its dark out, I live in a forest surrounded by acres of snow and the large frozen lake beside it. I lift myself on the bed, The scream kept on going..And going. It was irritating; My first thought wasn’t to be scared but rather to shut up that agitation that plagued my mind.

I rush out of the covers, rush out of my room, rush out of the house in a pair of long pajama pants, A tank top underneath a big coat. It’s one of those poofy kinds, The ones that are supposed to feel like a hug. And I rush onto the snow with my snow boots tracking imprints in the snow. Every crunch, Sinch, noise cracks as I steer myself louder. Louder to the scream. The wind whistles passed my ear, Like I’m walking past it every time. I don’t know what i’m doing, I just have this urge to follow and discover. Even if it’ll hurt me. The scream sounds to the left, Near the ample trees that stand tall with leaves drenched low. It’s hard to see, Perhaps the specks of snow blur the distance or maybe the fog mugs my mind. A cold sweat drops down my forehead, my breath hitching bit by bit every time I go over a dip in the ground. The scream is to my right, I go to the right. The left, I go to the left. The right until I realize the scream is everywhere. It’s at every corner, The scream echoes louder and louder. Piercing my ears until i’m faced alone, lost, and tired. It hurts.

I’m on the ground, my knees as padding as I cover my ears. Cover my eyes. Closing them as the guttural scream reaches to every crevice of my head. It’s ringing, God, Just please make it stop.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop! Please!”

I’m pleading with a voice, I’m pleading with nothing. Nothing that hurts so badly. This nothing that makes me ache.

I run my hands over my eyes down to my chin. My eyes practically are shaking, My vision unclear of what is certain. I look down to my hands, Even while everything is dark, Even while a blue tint remains in the sky, I’m left with the discourse that is the blood covering my hands. The same hands that touched my face. The second I look at my hands I look around; even if the darkness shrouds my sight. Everything - It’s all.. Gone. The trees are gone, cleared. The sticks, shrubs, Patches of ice, The uneven landscape, gone. It’s all distorted into a flat terrain; downed in snow. White powder. White powder that once hold the imprints of my boots holding blood stains. As my hands are set on the ground I lift them up to see the leakage, I’m not bleeding. There is no open wound to tend, It’s just constant blood leaking from my fingertips to the palm of my hands. I look to the left, right, and then behind me. While my mind is scrambled with this constant dread; guilt runs clear like water. Dripping down as it trinkles like the blood flowing off my sleeves. As I look behind me and remain unclear with answers I hear a thud; right infront of me.

Chills run down my spine.

The scream dies. Slowly, I turn my head. There, A dismembered corpse rotting right before my very eyes. Bent and shriveled down; Bones sticking out as I make out a person with light colors flesh, Dispatched Brown hair, And in a squint of an eye; Is the mound of flesh’s eye, hinted a hazel brown.

The body is contorted, In a position like no other, I don’t know what to feel. It looks inhuman. Grotesque. A pound of rotting meat that sits at my lap. To my eyes the flesh favors it to be small; Little. Not in charge. And to my eyes the flesh is also folded like a crumbled piece of paper. Knees bent backwards; elbows bent in ways it shouldn’t, a twisted spine that leaves a sour taste in my mouth and a neck stretched and tethered with.

Oozing from the body; Is blood. The same blood that was on my hands that is now on my face. I want to vomit. The scent; aroused a sense of hunger as the corpse smelt of steak. Freshly cooked.

I hear a whisper, A fast quiet voice. Curious I tilt my head and lower myself down to hear the creature; my bloodied hands in the air to not spill more blood on the snow. Careful to stain.

“What..” I ask, Hoping that whisper would repeat itself at the abomination before me. The more I look at it I want to poke my eyes out.

silence.

crack.

The corpses head shifts to look at me; my eyes widen as the corpse jaw hang agape. The neck cracking and popping. The face is even more vile; disgusting. But beyond the bleeding mouth and scarred eyes; lies a familiar face. The same face as Maria Agafanov.

Tears form at her face; It’s like she’s alive reliving a torturous experience over and over again.

Speechless; I want this to end. The flesh keeps weeping and weeping. I cover my ears.

“Just go away!”

I scream.

The corpse keeps weeping. I want to cry aswell. It feels unreal but real.

I close my eyes; I want to run away but am left unsuccessful as my knees feel as though they are glued to the floor. I’m stuck in a position paralyzed; feeling like the twisted morph infront of me. Trapped. In a cycle.

“Stop it! Stop it! Please just be quiet!”

I yell. Dismissing the corpse suffering. A painful ring to my ears. I’m hurting without any actual harm.

“Shut up! Please!”

The corpses cries hue louder and louder till I did the only thing I knew to do. I brought my hands up in the air; the hands that held prints of red. Crinkling my knuckles into fists. I shake my head; My eyes closing harder as my face is scrunched.

“Shut up!”

I slam my hands down to the corpses face. Everything stops. What’s left was the deafening sound of quietness. As the corpse is finally taken out of its misery. Maria is taken out of her misery. I feel bad. But before I track my thoughts a clicking sounds ticks.

tick. tick. tick. tick. tick.

I wake up. Blinded by the open blinds from the window that stands proudly in my room.

I wipe my eyes; clearing the gunk in them before I make note of my surroundings. What..Just happened.

I let out a sigh of relief. Sitting up as I fix my hair with one of my hands. The other holding me up from the cushions. I feel exhausted; tired. But most importantly feeling like I survived something. Something that wasn’t even real. I stand up from my bed; walking over to my kitchen as my house remains still and quiet. Like the events that happened in my “dream” left a tension to the place.

I make myself some breakfast which really was just toast and a sip of water. On the counter I see the half eaten cookies from yesterday. I take one out of the bin and bite into it; stale.

“I fucking hate sleeping.” I grumble in between bites.

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pizzacatuhhh · 4 months

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Rotten Teeth pt1

A/N: Im new to tumblr but would like to share my new projective ive been working on! Enjoy! :)

“Esfir!”

“Esfir come on!”

They yell my name through their cracked lips; the sound replayed like a pull to my chest as I allure myself to them. Dragging my shoes through the deep trench of snow. Dragging myself to familiar faces; mama and papa. I like mama and papa. The cold air dries my throat heavy; thirst envy. I like mama and papa.

I hush through the silent wind; the snow builds up. It keeps building. It kept building. The more I walked; their voices grew further.

“Esfir.”

I hiss through my teeth; clutching into my mittens. Digging through what use to be shallow but deep waters. The snow is up to my neck, but even then; I still ache to go further. I reach out. Nothing. But I still keep walking; drown myself in the snow as I’m pulled underneath the white sheets. A beckoning voice still echoes in my head.

“Esfir.”

At this point I don’t even think there is a voice calling out to me; it’s all in my head. I can’t move. My calves freeze; my hands out to grasp. I’m drowning. My breath suffocating underneath the blanket. I can’t breathe within myself.

“Esfir.”

Up until that final call breathing for my name. I take one more step; fully burying myself in snow. Beyond the clouds I delve in; Where is mama and papa?

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crunch.

I feel this sitting knot in my stomach; the explains of a thousand rotten to my very core. It hurts. Aches to my very red gums as I bite hard onto my finger. My thumb like a toothpick - bite marks on the skin of her. Mama. Maybe if I wasn’t left for dead; things would be different. She wouldn’t be screaming. Her fists wouldn’t be red from punching. And her face, her face wouldn’t be gasping. The stain prints the edge of my fingers show on her body. Her eyes wide, jaw open as a gateway for flies to swallow in. A pit of blood sinking my knees in. I clench my gums. My bones hardening at the taste of flesh. The many layers of thin calluses acting as a coat of loose scotch tape. My front teeth pulling the skin apart like a zipper.

The snow sprinkles onto Mamas body. Had it been her suicidal attempt that let to this. I’m hungry. Like deer meat, unattended and tether. I drag this knife along her chest. Spreading her open, uplifting the metal lid for my entree. A crunch followed with a smack. She didn’t say anything. Or maybe she just doesn’t want to say anything. Are you awake Mama? You taste delicious. Digestion into my stomach like I sought after. Mama. Mama. Mama. My teeth hurt. But it’s like I can’t stop. My breathe eluding to the monstrous wind. My teeth red.

The yellow fat in your body tell me otherwise, I always thought humans were just red and redder on the inside. But with you; you have purples, blues, pinks, and yellows. Like wadded up gum. A rainbow designating deep within you. Nose deep into your body, a starving dog eating grass as a coping lullaby. My tongue swirls around the flesh. Digging my chipped nails into your skin.

The place smelt of manure and reeked of blood. In front of me I finally look up. My mamas hair draped over the snow, her body spread like an angel. In my hand lied the very old knife she used to carve herself. Beside her pale; ghostly face. Is the broken skin at her stomach. I wish for beckoning arms to hug me, telling me I’m okay. Telling me that things will be better. I’m just a kid. I’m vile for this. I’m wrong for this. I’m so sorry.

crunch.

I’m sorry.

crunch.

I’m so sorry mama.

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