The Darkness #3
Just to add to the whole effect, I listened to this whilst writing episode 3.
Excerpt from the last piece of Part 2:
“Ohh Edward my poor love what’s the matter?” came her mother’s response, as if, he would answer.
Sophie looked absently towards the window, hoping to drown out the offensive sound and sight of her brother.
The light streaming through the aperture suddenly disappeared as a black figure outside shot past. The girl’s pupils’ darkening once again to those shiny black marbles, as dark as the darkest night, all unseen by busy mother and baby.
The knife however, was not unseen as it sat ready for the day upon the counter, Sophie’s headache starting upon her once again…..
Confusion spun through the room like a necrosis, actions and sounds mixing in the cyclone of events about to happen.
“Put that down” came distant words “Put that down Sophie” came louder command; “SOPHIE NOW” came a shout.
The headache moved with shrill force between the frontal lobes of the girls mind as if moving the plates apart. Pale feet twisted in slow motion as did her hands, towards the sound as clawed fingers looking riddled with rigor mortis gripped upon the knife’s handle. The motion slowed just a touch, the feeling echoing through Sophie’s arm as if something soft had been met.
“SOPHIEEEE GODAMN IT” came a scream of shock and fear that awakened the youngster from whatever spell was upon her. Green eyes drew down the knife’s length, still within grip, the tip now painted red, her vision lifting as a sickening twist contorted recently fed stomach.
Chubby toes came in to view “Noooo please no” she whispered as the sound of offensive weapon jangled a ting ting bounding upon the floor. Tip and handle alternated the sounds of guilt that swiftly made the young girl crumple to the floor.
Her chest tightened, sobs tried to escape, coming out in short sharp bursts. The words “Edward, I didn’t mean to, mummy, s s s sorry, sorry, I am so sorrrrry” followed as hands lifted to wretchedly pull at russet locks. Tears flooded down red cheeks that looked like a red delicious against such a stark pale pallor.
She didn’t feel the sweaty hand placed upon her head “It’s just a nick Sophie, you didn’t hurt Edward, it was me, my arm, it’s alright, it’s alright, calm, please, let’s sort this mess out. I really don’t know what has gotten in to you today, today’s a complete mess, come help me please” Her mother’s words came out in cajoling tone, trying to instil some sense of calm in to her daughters’ understandably distraught response.
Blood shot eyes with a return of mossy veneer looked up, to see the small slit upon her mother’s arm. Pale lips opened, the sickened gut returned at seeing her mother’s injury be it slight. “Go and get me a plaster please Sophie, no one has died, but you do know not to touch knives don’t you?”
Sophie nodded, her wobbly legs moving towards the drawer, pale fingers with now blue tinged tips opened the drawer. “I don’t know what happened mummy, I don’t remember, I don’t” her lip trembled as tears threatened to burn down swollen cheeks once more.
The plaster was retrieved and placed upon her mother’s cut, daughters face expertly wiped, diaper bag packed and festive bottle of ginger wine ready in Sophie’s mother’s hand. Edward had been placed in the baby carrier and now slumped upon mother’s chest, card was placed within Sophie’s grasp as they readied to head out, having been invited to lunch next door.
The neighbour’s door flung open, the family was greeted by a wide smile, the plumage of over dyed hair upon Valerie’s head coming in to view fast and furious as did the smell of febreeze which accosted Sophie’s nostrils.
“Lovely to see you folks, come in, come in, don’t stand out in the cold, you look freezing Sophie” came the neighbour’s overly polished voice. The false pearls dressing ample cleavage shone against the shards of light from the gauche chandelier that adorned the hallway as she ushered them in.
“Oh so lovely to see you Valerie, thank you for inviting us over for a pre-Christmas lunch, so kind of you, where is Emelie?”
A quick peck upon each women’s cheek was answered with “She’s just coming down, she was just erm wrapping something up!” with which blonde halo turned and shrieked up the stairs. “EMILIE OUR GUESTS ARE HERE, COME DOWNSTAIRS PLEASE” swivelling swiftly back upon clattering heels, dressing her face once again with a plastic smile.
Sophie found herself sneering inside, the negative emotion washing away all the turmoil from earlier. Young eyes scrutinised the neighbour with suspicious appraisal, having her suspicions, one including the sincerity of friendship towards her mother.
Lunch was served, a feast spread upon white linen of Marks and Spencer’s culinary delights. Visitors tucked in and banter ensued like the events of the past seventy two hours had not existed.
Michael Buble tinkled his dulcet tones in the background as Valerie said “How are you getting on Emma, you seem to be on your own a lot these days?” Sophie muted her conversation with the quiet Emelie, turning her gaze upon the hostess with a squint of cynicism and growing hatred, a thud thud starting to makes its presence known upon her temporal lobes.
“Oh he has to work away so much these days Valerie, such a shame with poor Edward being so young, but hopefully he will be back for Christmas”. Valerie responded “yes it must be so hard for you, you are so brave I don’t know how you cope with two young children and no man about the house. I am so grateful to have Henry around to cope with Emilie.” Her lips parted to reveal bleached teeth as the thud thud upon the young child started to compound. “Oh Emilie, be a good girl and give Sophie her present will you dear” came the hostess’s voice with an air of disdain.
“Yes mummy” came Emilie’s simple reply, reaching to retrieve said item from across the next chair, lifting a perfectly wrapped box, covered in white shiny paper decorated with glittery silver angels, placing it within her friend’s grasp.
Sophie smiled “May I open it mummy?” Her glance was hopeful, ignoring the thud thud like a slow army of horses approaching. “Yes of course, go on, just this once” came reply. “We don’t normally open presents this early” she said by way of explanation to the hostess. Sophie glanced towards Edward sleeping peacefully, then to Valerie, no emotions upon pale features as each piece of sellotape was prized away, finally lifting the wrapper to divulging prized possession.
The redhead’s hand reached inside, lifting up the gift as it was revealed like a blossoming flower emerging from the turrets of glittery tissue. It was a beautiful angel, the finest of any she had ever seen, its plumage white, real feathers, the face pure as if just sent from Heaven.
Thud thud THUD went her headache, grateful lips attempted to curl as a thousand metal hooves trampled upon each and every nerve fibre within her arm, sending an inferno of pain from fingertips to shoulder. The angel fell from grace, leaving blue tinged bloodless nails which grappled in vain to stop its plummet from the Heavens.
Swoosh went the red wine, thrust without intention towards Valerie, splashing with vigour over her starched white Ralph Lauren shirt. “Ohhh oh no” exclaimed Valerie reeling back from the table. Sophie’s mother retrieved the gift before it met a sorry fate upon the table, “I am SO sorry Valerie, so sorry, let me get a cloth, this is beautiful, such a lovely gift, apologies Sophie has been a bit distracted as of late, please let me take that to the cleaners later”
Her mother swivelled turning towards her daughter “Sophie to the bathroom, get some tissue, pronto, quick”, daughter rose without a second to spare ignoring Valerie’s echoes of “No need, really no need.”
Swish swish went Sophie’s dress, rushing in to the bathroom escaping from what she did not know. Emblazoned cheeks rested upon the cool white wall, the thud thud started to diminish as her hand went to press up the middle of her forehead, meeting a dip, a soft dip as one single black downy feather fell before her vision to the ground…..
Thank you again for reading part 3. Are you still wanting more? 😀
I hope I have got your mind questioning and wondering?
Your feedback and comments are like gold dust to me, Justine xx
Photocredits of the face picture goes to Andy Townend from BelgianStreets – thank you 🙂
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