He received a call from his parents… They were expecting him. There was so much dissonance… Their words were those of begging, they wanted their “baby” back; but the tone of voice only implied they were wishing to inflict pain… to punish him like in the old times… But he wasn’t going to give them the pleasure. He retreated to his hypothecated and neglected house… He only needed himself, so he cut any means of communication. This was his fight… He was going to show them as he promised he would.
This was just like his classmates predicted it was going to be… But Russell wasn’t going to give them the pleasure of seeing him defeated. He tried again… His trusty lighter by his side, the cold pack and the belladonna teas calming his illness… He had all that, plus the understanding ears of the grey image that took over his bathroom mirror…
After a few days, nightmares accompanied Russell. He would envision himself in his youth, the failure he was… The failure he is. He was subjected to cruel mockery, to horrible beatings… He felt how his father’s rough hands were slowly taking the life from his body with every punch. But the most horrific thing was his mother… or what pretended to be her. An abomination wearing her flayed skin, pinned to its own skin with iron nails and crude stitching, barely covered by a tattered dress. The skin was too small for such big creature, and Russell could see black, bony scales between the gaps that the threads struggled to sew…
The thing wearing his mother’s skin was taunting him, looking at how pathetic he was… Through the cut holes for the eyes, there were black lizard-like eyes... Through the cut hole for the mouth, the creature tried to speak... It only revealed a necrotic mouth. No teeth, just rotten gums and a forked tongue.
Russell always woke up before that thing spoke. But that only ensured that the nightmare of the next night would last longer…
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