One of those days.
After all that time, it had to end like this. With a smack around the face left to right by my own mother. After what was later deemed crazy and untrue to say. Only age 8 I know what I saw, I am sure it wasn’t just my imagination. It was not that I lied to mummy.
“I seen it momma. I seen some angels beat a person up. Their robes were getting all red”
That one day was the start of 30 years after, to where I am today. Constantly being told “Angels are good guys” and than there was the way they looked down on me and tell me I was crazy, mad or even Evil myself.
Sure I am the one having one of those days again where memories come flooding back. In this tiny room with my sleeves strapped on my back to prevent me from harming myself. My fingertips can feel hardened stumps that give of a jolt of pain when pushed hard. All the padded walls and floor covered in brown stains. Unsure what is up or down, I sit still in a corner.
‘I am good boy, I told mummy the truth.’ And if what I saw was real the sad part of this story is that my mummy lied to me then. The one thing that also was told to be evil. What is good or what is evil… I was her angel.
The door opens “Nap time Billy”
Nurse Netty walks in with her cup of pills, her white wings folded perfectly behind her back. Rest is upon me and find peace in the unknowing. It will be the end of one of those days. With an eager open mouth I take my pills.
“That is a good boy Billy, we can’t have you pretend to be an angel and beat people now can we. Rest well”
Sounds volume is turned down and the browned stains blur the creamy colour into the darkness. My personal heaven of calm. What is good, what is Evil. I am not so sure any more.
So there we have it ladies and gents. A prompt given by Tipsy lit. You can find it here if you like to join in, into the fun.
This was totally creepy. What an imaginative story!
ha ha thank you. 😀
I really enjoyed your story! I love the blurred lines and imagination of it!
😀 thank you. Still learning and experimenting but having loads of fun trying.
Deep down the rabbit hole with that one – nice!
thank you 😀 It sure came from a dark place not sure about the rabbits 😀
Quite dark. I’m interested to know what else is happening here. Nicely ambiguous, causing us to think about it which, in my mind, is always a good thing.
It is what I try to achieve. write enough to keep people reading and little enough for the story being created by the reader them self.
I think a prompt like this can always evolve in something more.
I thank you, I will take these words to heart.
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