10-30-2013, 03:10 PM
Point of View: Kea Diaz
Well well, have I finally been given a reprieve? A bright, sunny day where all I have to do is sit back and relax, possibly look at myself in the mirror and get used to the fact that my face was changed at the drop of a hat by my psycho bitch of a soon to be step-sister in law (I mean, technically.) Just a quiet day alone, to bask in the sun, or more accurately, shut the sun out and bask in the dim glow of a computer screen. Please, just one hour of downtime?
Nope, not even that? That's cool.
"I feel as though you aren't even listening to me," a voice began, coming from my side, right where I wasn't looking. No no, my eyes were trained on the wall sitting between myself, and the stereotypically rainy Seattle afternoon that awaited me. I had heard the voice for the past few minutes, it seemed familiar, as if some part of one of our subconsciousnesses had recognized it, but deemed it unimportant at the moment.
"Not at all," I interjected, nonchalantly turning my head to the side the voice came from, only to fall backwards in my chair, almost toppling over onto the ground in the process. It really didn't take too long to start putting two and two together concerning the voice, but the figure standing before me really put the nail into the coffin.
I mean that figuratively, and possibly literally. She definitely seems the type to bury someone alive. Fuck, it really didn't even need to be alive.
ESP was standing right in front of me.
"Do I have your attention now?" Her lips curled themselves into a smile as she caught a glimpse of my shock. Part of me wanted to quake in fear, and the other part...
Well, I don't think I need to go into much detail what the other option entailed. That, was definitely the preferred option.
"Yes," I stammered, slinking downward in the chair, much to the delight to the uninvited (but totally unwelcomed) visitor's delight. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't going as well as I would hope...
"Very well," a disembodied third voice in the room began, its deep, guttural voice shaking the foundation of the entire apartment building. Struggling to maintain a grip on the chair, I'm thrown from it and onto the floor, skidding across the floor and hitting the wall. Likewise, the chair soon follows, smashing into my midsection and forcing my back further into the wall.
"Now, I know without a doubt, that you're listening." Looking over at where ESP had stood, I see here still standing there, uninterrupted by the earthquake. Almost as if she didn't feel it...
"Oh, Kea!" The building jerks once more, and I hit the back of my head off the wall, before falling back forward, laying it across the floor. Blood slowly drips from the point of impact, forming in beads on the wood, wait.
I thought we had carpet.
And I'm just now noticing this.
Weird.
"Get up. Seriously, you're embarrassing yourself by lying there like that."
"Fuck you."
"Are we really going to start with that?"
"Yes. Fuck you."
The chair, now standing up somehow, falls over once more, landing back first on the still bleeding bump on my head. ESP looks on at the scene, concern bleeding out of her eyes, but ultimately doing no intervening. I struggle to sit up, slumping over in the process before finally getting to my feet.
Laying on the ground in front of me, a picture of some guy who I don't recognize...
...And a loaded revolver.
Slowly, I place the picture in my back pocket, and pick up the gun. Taking a deep breath, I turn around to the sound of the door to my apartment opening, and ESP walking out. Without thinking, I follow her, stepping out into the hallway of the building, gun in hand and nowhere near concealed. Passing by a neighbor in the hallway, his eyes widen at the sight of the gun, which I aim at him in an attempt to hurry him along.
It worked.
"Hey!" My voice seems to have caught ESP's attention, as she spins around to face me. "Who the fuck is this?" I fumble around, pulling the picture out of my pocket and handing it to her. Studying it for a few moments, she passes it back to me, and whispers...
"Your father. Your real father."
"Son of a fuckin' bitch..."