It Becomes Her
3. Attrition. Slow, slow weakening from the inside. Then she was awake, brain before body. Her eyes were red with swollen vessels — feet were tingling. She was no longer at the hospital. No, definitely not, but the current place was unnamable. There was a constant hum coming from outside. She was within… and a whistle from the lips of a man. There was a bright light too, but not from that place. Not the other place either. It has to be the sun. It was just a dull reflection, though, since that’s what Chastity saw. Her thoughts tried to connect her to an event, previously lived, and a word of warning. It’s funny, she thought, how a dream could be so real one minute, then be a distant memory the next.
Did you read Part 2? “what comes before the crazy”
Someone’s black work shoes were on her feet, shining in their darkness. She remembered people in our neighborhood making fun of her because she was a white girl with dark eyes, and for being weird, sort of. “That’s a waste of good genes!” they’d say. Are my eyes even dark? Chastity thought, Or did they make that up? She sat for a while looking out a window, trying to catch her reflection in the sun. Chastity could not sense its blinding emission, but she did feel incredible heat. In fact she stared so hard at it, she could make out the orb of the star, rotating endlessly in a mass…
