Fiction: Whore of the Worlds

ToesInTheSand · 12-22-2014, 01:15 AM

Whore of the Worlds

“Sara! It’s time to get up!”

“Gosh Mom, it’s way too early…” Sara grumbled, pausing for a second to listen for any response, “just five more minutes… please?”

Not listening for a response, Sara let the sweet warmth of her puffy white comforter draw her back into blissful sleep. The silk sheets were smooth against her body and the sweet aroma of her perfume filled her nostrils as she pulled them up over her face. A small smile spread across her face as she cozied in to enjoy the little time she had left in the paradise of her snug cocoon.

CRASH. The sound of shattering glass smashed through Sara’s delightful little wonderland.

“I’m up! Cool it with the noise Mom” Sara said as she blinked away the blurriness in her eyes and dragged her stiff legs over the edge of the bed and let them swing down, her feet brushing against the ground as blood rushed into her legs. She felt the stiffness quickly evaporating as she put pressure down onto her toes and pushed her body up and out of bed.

“Mom, what was that noise?” Sara called out, her voice still a little hoarse and dry.

“Mom?”

“Hey, Mom!”

Sara was beginning to get a little worried as she made her way through the small house and into the kitchen. Her mind was still moving slowly from sleepiness but it was working hard to figure out what was going on.

“Why isn’t she responding?” Sara thought to herself as images of her mother bleeding out on the floor flashed through her mind.

Sara was prone to overanalyzing situations and blowing problems way out of proportion. Once in 10th grade, she was dating this guy named Eric. He was a sweet and rather attractive soccer player who had a certain way with the ladies that made him quite the catch. Their relationship came to a quick and violent end after a series of events played out. It’s a long story. The short version is that she saw him talking to another girl and her mind blew the situation into much more than it was and chose to take a path that eventually killed the relationship and left Sara with a reputation as a crazy bitch.

“Mom,” Sara said as she rounded the corner into the room that served as their kitchen, dining room and work space, “what’s going…on?”

Before Sara laid a scene that even she couldn’t have imagined. Where there had once been a window that allowed the warm California sun to flood the room with light, there was a gaping hole. Pieces of broken glass were strewn about the room, creating a sparkling tapestry across the floor as the early morning light filtered in through the jagged hole. Sara’s mind was a whir of buzzing thoughts as her brain struggled to comprehend the series of events that played out in her own kitchen. With all the crazy theories running through her head, it took her a second to realize the biggest problem with this picture. Her mother was gone.

12-22-2014, 01:15 AM	#1
ToesInTheSand Junior Member Join Date: Jul 2014 Location: California Posts: 25	Whore of the Worlds Whore of the Worlds “Sara! It’s time to get up!” “Gosh Mom, it’s way too early…” Sara grumbled, pausing for a second to listen for any response, “just five more minutes… please?” Not listening for a response, Sara let the sweet warmth of her puffy white comforter draw her back into blissful sleep. The silk sheets were smooth against her body and the sweet aroma of her perfume filled her nostrils as she pulled them up over her face. A small smile spread across her face as she cozied in to enjoy the little time she had left in the paradise of her snug cocoon. CRASH. The sound of shattering glass smashed through Sara’s delightful little wonderland. “I’m up! Cool it with the noise Mom” Sara said as she blinked away the blurriness in her eyes and dragged her stiff legs over the edge of the bed and let them swing down, her feet brushing against the ground as blood rushed into her legs. She felt the stiffness quickly evaporating as she put pressure down onto her toes and pushed her body up and out of bed. “Mom, what was that noise?” Sara called out, her voice still a little hoarse and dry. “Mom?” “Hey, Mom!” Sara was beginning to get a little worried as she made her way through the small house and into the kitchen. Her mind was still moving slowly from sleepiness but it was working hard to figure out what was going on. “Why isn’t she responding?” Sara thought to herself as images of her mother bleeding out on the floor flashed through her mind. Sara was prone to overanalyzing situations and blowing problems way out of proportion. Once in 10th grade, she was dating this guy named Eric. He was a sweet and rather attractive soccer player who had a certain way with the ladies that made him quite the catch. Their relationship came to a quick and violent end after a series of events played out. It’s a long story. The short version is that she saw him talking to another girl and her mind blew the situation into much more than it was and chose to take a path that eventually killed the relationship and left Sara with a reputation as a crazy bitch. “Mom,” Sara said as she rounded the corner into the room that served as their kitchen, dining room and work space, “what’s going…on?” Before Sara laid a scene that even she couldn’t have imagined. Where there had once been a window that allowed the warm California sun to flood the room with light, there was a gaping hole. Pieces of broken glass were strewn about the room, creating a sparkling tapestry across the floor as the early morning light filtered in through the jagged hole. Sara’s mind was a whir of buzzing thoughts as her brain struggled to comprehend the series of events that played out in her own kitchen. With all the crazy theories running through her head, it took her a second to realize the biggest problem with this picture. Her mother was gone.