"Would
you like a glass of wine?" he asks in his low, cold voice, slightly
tilting the empty glass towards me. "No" I reply, still as a statue.
His face twitches slowly into a grin. "Take it." He says, handing
over then now full to the top glass. I look into his dead eyes; they show no
expression.
I can’t help but fade away from his eyes, my look slowly crawling down to his
lifeless lips, they seem to be blue or… purple. Like no blood has flown to feed
his cells.
I take the glass. I hold it to my lips for a second before letting it slip
through my fingers into the floor, where I expected it's snap into a million
shards of glass.
Nothing happened. A pause. The glass
land perfectly straight up and although a few drops of red liquid spilled out,
it seems there was no change in the amount of strong alcohol in it.
We stare at each other for the time had seemed to stop. The huge grin left his
face and his expression is flat. After what
seems like a few minutes, he lifts up his hand towards me.
Just as I take a step back, ready to turn and run, I notice he is once again
sat there with a smile. His soulless eyes stare through me and his mouth slowly
opens as if to say something. Nothing comes out.
I am scared, but am frozen in place.
"Take it" he says softly. My fears were no longer there. He was
holding a full to the top glass of wine in his hand.
I take
the glass with no objections and stick it to my closed mouth.
Just as I began to slowly remove the invisible lock that kept my mouth shut I realize
he is no longer there. The glass drops out of my small hand and disappears in
mid air.
A tall figure stands beside me. "Take it" he says, offering me a glass of clear liquid.
"No." I respond; there is no use. The man takes my hand and puts the full to the top glass in my palm.
I look up to find his unknown figure, which was no longer there.
I tilt the glass until it is upside down, still looking around to find the man.
I feel the splash of liquid at my feet. I look back at the glass but for my surprise, it is still full.
I turn the glass back right side up.
I look at my feet, my black, soft shoes are completely dry and no evidence of ever existing liquid is on the floor around me.
"Take it" says a dark, threatening voice. I look up and his once to be dead eyes are glowing black. His face is close, too close.
He is leaning down as if about to kiss me, his hand grasping hold of the glass in my hand. I shut my eyes and try to fight the force of his hand as he forcefully puts the glass to my lips.
There is no longer liquid in the glass. It touches my lips and vanishes into dust.
I stare into the man's black eyes until they die out and turn back to their regular grey colour.
He pulls on the glass and I immediately let it to.
He turns around, looking at me over his shoulder with a grin on his face.
"Take it" a man turn to me, handing over a small, empty glass.
I hold it on my hand as it suddenly fills with yellow liquid.
I put the glass to my lips and take a little sip, then a bigger sip, before quickly drinking the rest of the liquid in the glass.
The man stares at me with a wide smile, then he fades into the darkness in the corners of the room.
"Take it" I hear a female voice say.
The voice is familiar, as familiar as my own thoughts.
"No." I whisper.
A man turns his chair and looks at me. "Take it" he says, reaching his long arm out for me.
I follow from his face, to his neck, to his shoulder and finally to his hand.
His fingers are curled as if holding something, but nothing is there.
I reach out to the glass but the further I stretch, the further it seems.
My finger touches his curled hand a second before I realize I'm grabbing onto a snake.
I let out a scream with no sound accompanying it.
The snake hisses at me and I let go, falling into the gaps between the wooden planks in the floor.
I shut my eyes and let out the loudest scream I could. "Help" I then whisper as I fall into an eternity of darkness in an unending fall.
"ALICE" says a tall man beside me, I open my eyes and stare into his old, educated eyes.
His grey hair falls onto his young – looking face and his lips are full of blood vessels.
"Yes?" I reply quietly.
"Take it." He says, handing me my usual dose of drugs and a wine glass, full of water.
this was just something that came across my minds .
this is how i intemperate "crazy", and this is the kind of things my mind comes up with.
there were two possible endings to this, the second will not be revealed.
i hope you enjoyed reading it and its alright if it doesnt make much sense.
this is what we truly call... crazy
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