PESTILENCE° (D. Dixon)

I

Her hands began to seer in pain, rubbed raw to the bone, painting her cheeks in water as her heart ripped from the very core

Click

Her body stilled, the sound echoed threw the small tiled room, seeming to bounce of each wall and landed shallow in her mind
She slowly looked down at the now open bottle, a feeling of euphoria washed over her, pride shone from within a weightless body

But as came the flattened emotions, crawling beneath her skin, slowly draining from her fingers and toes, they latched upon her spirits, reminding her that opening a lid isn't as big of an achievement as she felt it to be moments ago

With wet dancing eyelashes, she looked down upon the yellow pills, watching them bounce and shake around;
she felt as if they mocked her,
Dared her to try retrieve them

With a flare, she reached out, slowly brining the bottle above her left hand.
Her left hand tried to stay still, tried to prepare itself for the catch, the bottle began tilting, as her chest became Burdened with anxiety as she anticipatly awaited

The clang on the cap falling to the floor was ignored, her concentration stayed firmly upon the angleation of her hands

She was determined not to let a single pill fall

Her senses seemed to open in that moment, wondering if she really needed such focus, why should she have to focus on it more than others? Could she not just let the pill fall into her palm? Just focus on anything to make this battling inconvenience more casual

The sound of a clock was a sound she had once only heard in her dreams, one she yearned for

And with each tick, the cogs in her own self- seemed to beat faster. Each time it echoed, across the flat plain walls, she breathed in.

She remembered that it used to be so hard to focus. It was a weakening sense, that made her feel child-like. She was being thrown into a time of being five, with dirt reaching her knees and clutching the grass as she violently began to shake.

Another sound came to her ears, a familiar click that was followed by soft patters

Slowly she faced away from the mirror she has been unknowingly staring at, down once again to her objective.

She noticed something cradled within her shaking palm, her pale face staring agape, imploring eyes examining the sight

The pill gently hopped around her hand, awaiting the moment she would finally consume it.
A swell of foreign
happiness seemed to adore her, gently caressing against her emotional skin as she stared at the pill in awe

But disappointment always demanded to rear its ugly head

Suddenly wood hit bone, crashing movement of an unknown creature caused the force to painfully hit against her fragile places

Her sense of gravity slipped from beneath her, a crashing wave seeming to soothingly guide her towards the harsh cold floor

She felt her back skidding along the object, her face contoured in pain as she her body was forcefully lowered to the ground