Sins

Prologue

The pestering never stopped the snickers and chuckles of the maids. The hallways at times like these seemed longer, taller. Constant noise never stopped the whispering and the dripping. Drip drip. She grazed her hand against the copper handle, let her fingers wrap around it, and then she pushed the door open. There stood a silhouette in an inky dark room, the walls and windows covered with a dark screen, it looked like pitch-black curtains as if the sun outside disappeared. Chrisoula stood there, terror in her eyes, her heartbeat fluttering like a tiny trapped butterfly, her lungs filled with water and stinging, burning with every breath. She heard the same noise that was in the back of her head for months, years even. The same liquid is dripping, the murky feeling filling her stomach, heart, and thoughts. Her body was shaking, and her hands were numb as if they had been chopped off. She tried to focus her eyes on the thing in front of her. It had no figure, yet it was softly brought together by the mass of mud, and darkness from the shadows. It looked like a God's mistake and whatever it was, it meant no good. Chrisoula wanted to run, flee like a rabbit from a hawker. She was prey and she knew it. It crept closer, drowning every noise in the room.

'Please...no' Chrisoula cried out, her voice trembling, briny tears streaming down her cheeks, falling on her collarbone, washing off the tiny specks of dirt. Yet, her pleas were being ignored, it was coming closer and showed no intention of stopping, its pupils flashing before her eyes, and then, she elapsed.