--Stares

Then, she stared at me, stared right into my eyes, and for the first time in forever, I felt as though she saw me, I felt as though I was sitting right in front of the Susan I once knew. Then her face gave way to a smile which I wish I’d never seen, holding within it all that I’d never wish to feel. Then, in a whisper, almost inaudible, she said,

“Do you really?”

And I watched her face break into a form which foretold some sort of laughter, and the sounds accompanying it spoke of anguish, hatred.

“You remember Kamsi?”

To that, I nodded,

“She’s dead. Did you know?”

To that, I nodded again.

Then in a whisper, almost conspiratory she said,

“Well. What you heard about her death, is a big fat lie”

Then she dissolved into giggles, non-stop laughter which rose octave by octave by each second, and the extent of her pain, and hate, had never caused me as much fear as it did in that moment.

Looking up to the wall which stood just opposite her, she declared

“Years ago, a cross would have been hung there. Possibly a total of ten crosses would have been hung on my wall.”

Sighing, she smiled at me, and although she seemed to face me while she smiled,her eyes seemed lost, in a memory of which I was no part of

“You know what happened? She got sold. She didn’t do her part, she was useless to them, so, she got sold. Sold to the worst of them all.”