..suffocating..

..suffocating..

endless lightning storms of camera flashes and yells of rude forceful men, many of them would stalk her to the ends of the earth for an opportunity to photograph her death. the best photo would be worth millions

..suffocating in the car as they stood at the ready, waiting for her to exit..

..running..

no matter how fast she ran they could run faster, always stalking, always preying, always on the prowl and ready to pounce

..through the front door, the pap close behind..

just need some quiet. only a moment. the bathroom

..bubble of silence..

the scuffle of feet and shouting outside. They would wait outside the door listening for any sound until she became unfamous. Even past her death, fame being transferable into the post-mortem realm. But at least it was relatively quiet, the bubble of silence like a protective womb. That's how far life had become unreal, a cold, sometimes sterilized bathroom that was used by thousands felt like a comforting womb

..collapsing to the floor..

the wails had to be silent and tearless so that they wouldn't know or hear or see ruined makeup

..self-strangulation..

she cut off the emotion from externalizing but inside was a storm beaten house, long neglected, constantly dark and in disrepair. the winds slammed trees against the side and caused the house to moan. the creaks of the boards and wind sounding like a million voices outside trying to get at her. but the voices weren't real. or were they?

A little girl steps out of the shadows and walks up behind the poor woman lying on the floor and begins petting her wildly tangled hair

"Are you okay? It looked like you were crying. Why were you crying?"

"I'm feeling better now. I was crying because I feel so alone. No one seems to really care about me. Everyone wants to use me."

"I feel sad sometimes but I'm lucky. I have many sisters and we play together. We were left here alone long ago."

"How did you survive?"

"I don't know. We did and that's all I know. Soon we'll be better than ever."

"What do you mea..."

The little girl's hands stiffened and grabbed the woman around the throat. Her claws sank into the woman's throat and ruby droplets ran over the dirty jagged talons.

WHY DID YOU LEAVE US HERE ALONE

YOU NEVER BROUGHT US FOOD

SO NOW WE WILL EAT YOU

The girl continued screaming wildly and choking the woman even after she was dead. There had been little struggle. The woman had barely fought back and now she was sprawled upon the floor, red gushing out then slowing where the little girl's nails had punctured an artery in the woman's neck.

More little girls began creeping out of the shadows and they began sucking blood out of the hole and then licking the floor. Then they ate the fingers and toes and arms and abdomen and everything else. They found a precious little baby inside, it was delicious and tender.

The skeletons were wrapped in a filthy blanket and thrown into a closet.

Laying on the floor with fattened bellies they giggled and moaned in agony.

"What should we do now?"

"Lets go out and play."

"But how? Only one can be in control at a time."

"We'll take turns."

"I want to go first.", said one with a cute British accent.

"Yes. Her first and then we'll switch."

..standing up..
..washing hands..
..impish smile..

"This will be the most fun ever."