This story is by Evita Pagan and was part of our 2019 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here.
The mind, an omnipotent piece of machinery. A Russian doll within another doll, and the soul even though the smallest doll holds most significant for without the soul, there’s no mind. They work together in matrimonial bliss in order for us to see what we believe exists. Our mind creates our fears in physical form, like a 3D Printer. However, we have the upper hand. We create our happiness, hopes, and dreams. Unfortunately, our ego searches for proof rather than faith even though some of us worship God Almighty. Darkness can take us to places no one else thought possible. That’s because we are all not the same. In this story that is about to be presented. A 6-year-old little girl confronted her sexuality. The daydreams of her future, being in a serious relationship with another woman not knowing her intentions years ahead. Her self esteem dug itself a hole in her dreams and fell asleep in comfort. Her dream then transformed into a nightmare she can’t get out of. Or can she? Is this nightmare really the end to all of her troubles? Her self doubt, self-hatred.
As Eve’s consciousness rears its head, not knowing who or what lies in the darkness ahead of her, her body a leaf trembles in fury. Eve’s fear blinded her vision temporarily. The burning cutting sensation of the rope against her wrists and ankles as she attempts to escape by rocking her chair back and forth. Nothing but bloodied crust. Dull pain for years decided to fade away temporarily and come back headstrong. Eve daydreamed about her future, now that she explored her sexuality. Curious to find out more about her future decisions with her sexual orientation, her new founded powers brought her too far ahead into her future. As her eyes adjusted to being open, she moved her head in frantic to see where she is. However, she notices something way more horrifying than what surrounds her. Eve does not recognize the body she is in. She starts to look at her arms and legs and realizes she is no longer in her 6-year-old little girl’s body. Trapped in an adult body in her 20s. The blue jeans she wore reeked of urine and metal. The jeans are drenched with her blood from trying to break the rope on her wrists. Her wrist became so raw that the only choice she would have is to bite through the rope.
“Wow, what is happening?! One second, I’m sharing a kiss at a party with another girl in my black and red tuxedo, and the next minute, in a different world, dimension, time! And what the hell is this place?” Eve mewled.
Eve started banging against the closet door with all her might in order to break it open. The pain persists, an eternal heartbeat thumping in her head, but the pain does not stop Eve. She must escape and save herself. As she tires out and decides to take a second break, she glances around to get a glimpse of where she is finally, she notices she is in a walk-in closet housed with all types of pornography movies and magazines of different sexual orientations, including torture porn. The tapes infested the shelves from top to bottom left to right with black leather, lace and red mouth gags and other torture devices, all except for the creepy door in front of her. Not only a mere creepy closet door but a door with dozens of heart-wrenching gruesome stories. The eggshell paint chipped door filled with scratch marks and spots of old blood from former victims or perhaps Eves, filled with chipped nail pieces with dried blood attached to them on the floor. The sight of this made Eve hurl to her knees and begin to vomit. A slam at the door and a loud roar interrupted Eve’s hurling.
“FUCK, what the hell are you doing you, damn whore?!”A strong voice yells behind the locked closet door.
The bang of the door forces one of the videotapes to strike the back of Eve’s head. The strike forces Eve’s head sideways causing her to fall aside attached to the wooden chair.
Eve in a sudden rush awakens from being knocked out, a huge shadow revealed a tall brawny stature. The shadow then morphed into the shape of sharp teeth of a monster.
A huge tanned skin arm immediately grabbed Eve from the closet and into a tiny dark room next to her.
The light revealing the face to the arm that grabbed Eve. The face of Evil. Beautiful, charismatic, psychotic. She is tanned beautiful caramel complexion, with nappy dreadlocks with blonde highlights hinting at her British Jamaican ancestors. She then turned the shower on and forced Eve’s face in the water.
“Who are you?” Eve asks
The giant woman suddenly bolts at her with the strength of ten heads and replies calmly,
“I’m your worst nightmare.”
Eve too afraid to fight at first, allowed this angry woman to put her head in the shower without a fight.
” Is this my future girlfriend? What did I do to make her so angry? No matter what, I will always like women if this is a trick.”Eve thought.
After a while, more and more water got into Eve’s lungs forcing her to fight the angry woman. Her will to live allowed her to get a few good punches in to get the woman off of her, but it was too late. She passed out at the same time. She then quickly woke up in a king size bed with expensive lingerie on.
“Where am I now?” Eve says.
The same tall caramel girl hops into bed with her.
“Hey, baby. How was your nap? I’m about to make lunch. Are you hungry?”
Eve shocked that she just had a fight with her asked her what date they are in.
“June 10th, my love. Only two days to your twenty-third Birthday!”
2 days before the incident.The room became a river. Eve looked around the room in a panic not knowing where the water transpired from. As the water splashed on the woman’s feet. Eve immediately opened her eyes to find herself back in her original body.
“What is going on,” Eve asks.
Eve abruptly heard her mom scream her name.
“Eve! What are you doing dancing and twirling around by yourself in the bathroom and what is this flood? Get to bed. You nearly scared me half to death!”
“Sorry, mom! I had a weird dream. That’s probably why I’m here.”
With such relief, Eve took a huge deep breath that filled her lungs with hope, joy and a second chance. The hope, joy and happiness quickly vanished as she realized she remained laid down sideways on the floor in the walk-in closet tied to a wooden chair with a red ball in her mouth in a pool of her own blood. Her head struck so hard and due to lack of nutrition, water, human contact, this caused her to hallucinate. To the right of her head laid broken chinaware with a decapitated rat to the side. A day where she said she would never eat rat no longer existed. Every time the tall woman brought her anything, she ran to that door as if it’s her last supper.
Eve attempted to eat through her wrists to get out of. At first, the thought of it got her sick, but her will to live blinded that aspect. She could not find a sharp object. Plus she wouldn’t be able to anyway. She is tied to the chair. She starts biting her wrists, screaming in agony at the same time. Eve tried so hard not to pass out from the taste of flesh and sight of her blood. She realized she couldn’t do it and stopped immediately. Her head, the second one on her list of weapons to open this door and scream for help.
Thump, thump her head goes against the door.
As the wood starts to crack and break open, Eves’ eyes became the stars.
She used her teeth to pull out the wooden splinters.
She doesn’t see any light coming from the other side.
As the last piece of wood falls off, it reveals a gunmetal grey brick.
Everything Eve believed in that night fell out of the window. Dissipated in mid-air as if just a fantasy. No one came for her. Deep within the heart of NYC’s slum, never to be found again. Unless she realizes for every breakdown, there is a breakthrough and with Eve, she will realize that her nightmares are lessons.