The Death of a Child

I’m bleak.

Every now and then I want to jump from the 14th floor. I’m dreaming.

I get into a yellow cab, it’s 3:48 in the morning and we’re parked next to a parking garage. The wind is blowing and I’m taking the night in. I feel calm, relaxed, as if nothing in the world could disturb my feelings of tranquility. Suddenly I see something out of the corner of my eye, I get out in a feeling of panic as dark ghosts are chasing me everywhere. They are souls black as coal, at the moment that they touch you, you burn. All of the taxi lights shut off, I begin to lose all hope, no one is coming for me, I already knew that. I hide behind a brick wall at the beginning of the building, I can still feel a soft wind, but it is not consoling me as my heart pumps my blood quickly. I’m hoping that the ghosts don’t see me–they’ll suck my soul up if they do, they’ll turn me into them– but they follow me until they are upon me. I run fast, I turn near a white car in the parking garage.The garage feels lonely and hot. My body is sweating and I suddenly feel how fatigued I am.

My soft hair is clinging to my neck, making me feel as if the ghosts were the ones stroking it with fingers made of the coolest breeze and giving me chills. I run and hide behind the white car, I look around and I take in the details of the garage quickly. It is full of windows, slightly tinted, and it is rectangular and large, but it can get confusing as to which slopes will be going up and which will be going down. A dark ghost looks at me through the car window, its eyes are white, but empty and its hair is in gray tufts, it’s dressed in raggedy clothes. I’m scared, so I start to cry and I run somewhere else, anywhere that I can run to, but in my panic I lose myself on the first floor. I trip and the ghosts’ shrill laughter follows me. I’m right next to the exit, but still I run up the ramp onto the second floor. There is steel everywhere and the ground feels comforting; I just want to lay down on the ground and shut my eyes tight, take a rest and never wake up again, but I keep going. As soon as I touch the metal railing, my hands feel achy and hot. The ghost floats quickly after me so I run fast and scrape my hand on the silver, cool metal. If my hand felt achy before, it’s burning red with blood now. The ghosts lick up the drops of blood on the ground and I run.

With calves hurting and beads of sweat on my forehead I start to feel dizzy, I sway a bit and almost fall, but I feel one of the ghosts, the shrillness of the air lets me know before it arrives so I find the strength to become alert. There are white lights everywhere and for some reason they make me feel more alone than ever, they are cold and reminders of a death that is coming and thus, they confuse me. The steel is steady, so I follow it to the third floor of the parking garage. I don’t understand why the ghosts follow me and taunt me. Laughing and screaming amongst themselves, I am their target. I don’t understand why no passerby notices the struggle, there must be bystanders– I know I’m alone.

I look around frantically and see that there is a white bus in the parking garage and I try to hide inside of it. The doors are hard to open, but eventually I pry them open–my nails begin to bleed– and I hide in the middle of two seats. I breathe a few times, think quickly about what to do next, but feel the dread of what is coming. My body is shaking and I keep hiding. The ghosts don’t know where I am yet, but I begin to smell copper. I look down at my hand and it’s bleeding, but I don’t think that’s where the coppery smell is coming from. My nose begins to itch a lot and I notice that when I try to sniff I choke a bit on my own blood, dripping from my nostrils. I’m tasting my blood, I hate how it tastes. I can hardly breathe now and my tears are coming down faster, making my eyesight hazy and a wave of dizziness comes over me—my eyes are now burning too.

The ghosts turn away from the bus and I run outside. I run to the next floor and I hear an engine. There is a security guard driving a little white security vehicle. I can hear it nearing me and I ask for help, this alerts the ghosts and they gain onto me. The security vehicle nears me with a red light flashing and we’re surrounded by machinery, I suddenly feel as if I were in a slaughterhouse. The figure in the security uniform smiles at me as I approach it. Eyes are fully black as they pierce right to my core. It pretends to want to help me by extending an thin, pale arm and I scream as I notice that it’s another ghost. All I can smell is my pouring blood and the putrid scent of the ghosts as they all gain up on me, it’s revolting and I fight the urge to throw up. I run as fast as my body lets me, but they have me cornered at the window. They float towards me quickly, they look hungry; the ghost dressed as the security guard nears me in his white vehicle, it gives me a look of death. Blackness begins to surround me, but there are bright white lights that don’t illuminate a single thing. I run towards the glass, I shatter it, cutting myself all over, and I’m falling down. I keep falling down towards the dark, yellow cab and I notice that the driver of the cab is red with prickled skin. He looks at me with a menacing smile as I land on the floor. I scream and I look up as I lay dying.

On the fourteenth floor I look out the window. I see my face looking up at me begging and crying, as my whole body is broken and bleeding. The city begins to smell like copper and the ghosts are everywhere, surrounding me, trying to feed off of me. The ghosts surrounding me reach towards me and I see open mouths with sharp teeth. I don’t think, I just shatter the glass and I’m on the street downstairs in the same broken position as my body outside of the parking garage.

All ghosts laugh. Pain is all I feel as I lose consciousness slowly.

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