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Mamma Called It, 'The Blues'.

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By Celia in UnderlandPublished 5 months ago Updated 4 months ago 3 min read
Top Story - October 2023
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The sunlight mocked her. Its dancing spirals of light, a vicious mime of all that she was not. She drew the heavy drapes across the bay windows, casting long, dark silhouettes across the parquet floor. She returned to her position at the far end of the tiny room, as far from the slanting shadow of light creeping through the central gap in the curtains as she could get. She perched on the edge of a velveteen armchair like a fragile finch, poised to take flight at any moment. Her long, auburn hair framed her ashen face, obscuring her dark eyes as she bowed her head, hands clasped together, focused on the movement of her fingers. Agitated.

She stood up abruptly.

He loomed over her, staring down. His breath rasping. Cold and heavy. He followed her; watching voicelessly with hollow, haunting eyes. She could feel them clawing at her back.

She paced the room counting her heartbeats. Her left hand instinctively reaching for her right wrist. Sign of life. Tick. Tick. Tick. It made her want to vomit. She tried to think of herself before him. Before he had violated her. She searched the recesses of memory. She could not remember. Why couldn’t she remember?

Even on lighter days, she had always known him. He was always there. Relentless. Waiting in the angles. Pervasive. Loitering.

Today, she did not have the energy for a fight. He would have it his way. She had already succumbed.

She returned to her perch. What else to do?

He was gleeful almost. His form shifting and swirling like a dark tempest; revelling in the despair of a destroyed land. A dance macabre for the dead and dying. She refused to turn towards him, casting her eyes to the floor, searching for something, anything else to focus on. The criss-cross of the dark wood held her attention as she followed their jagged joining lines across the room. Their uniform pattern a momentary release.

He is still there. She can feel his breath.

Seconds passed to the steady pulse of a metronome. Time tick, tick, tick. Her thoughts.

She finally looked up, her eyes meeting his.

"Why won't you leave me alone?" she pleaded silently, her irises heavy with the water weight of emotionlessness. Emptiness spilled down her ashen cheeks. Saltless.

He has no answer.

Instead, he reached out, a shadowy tendril extending toward her, as if to offer some semblance of comfort. She flinched at his touch, but she knew escape was impossible. She could not muster the strength to fight him; he was a formidable adversary. An insidious presence infiltrating her thought, toying with her mind. It was a game to him. Part of the amusement of it all.

He continued to watch, his malevolence a constant torment. He laughed sardonically as he revelled in her suffering, in the way she crumbled beneath the weight of his influence. It was satisfying to him.

In an attempt at salvation she fumbled for the remote control, pointing it like a revolver at the ageing TV in the far corner of the room. Voices. The noise hurt her physically. Bursting into her head like a tidal wave, crashing through her. The waves thrash and kick and scream. She turns off the machine and tosses the remote on the floor. It is futile to resist.

Hours passed in agonising silence, the room growing darker as the slit of daylight filtered into night. The room seemed to close in around her, claustrophobic. Airless. She could barely breathe. Tick. Tick. Tick. “Mamma called it the blues” she thinks bitterly as exhaustion engulfs her and she sinks into his weight.

He watches her with cold, unfeeling eyes. The victor.

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About the Creator

Celia in Underland

Just a voice finding its echo. Teacher - reader-writer-cat lover. Wanderer. Weirder than a koala in The Arctic. Magpie for shiny words and stuff. Taking the scenic route home.

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  • Cyrus2 months ago

    Great personification of depression!

  • River Joy2 months ago

    I remember reading this and it really resonating with me. It still does. Beautiful work as usual.

  • Shirley Belk3 months ago

    Excellent work and understood by far too many women...

  • Daniela Alejandra3 months ago

    Amazing work. So many layers that could be interpreted in different ways. I felt so many different emotions. Top Story well deserved!

  • ThatWriterWoman4 months ago

    Brilliantly written, you really brought some feelings to the front in me <3

  • The condition embodied, tangible, heavy & inescapable.

  • Rachel Deeming5 months ago

    This is great, as always. The personification of depression is so strong I almost find his presence attractive. Like a seductive predator.

  • Grace Isatayo 5 months ago

    This is great

  • Stephanie Hoogstad5 months ago

    Wow. So beautifully powerful and disturbing. It’s a unique depiction of depression, and I felt every moment of it. Congrats on the well-deserved Top Story.

  • I love it! This is fantastic! 💙Congratulations on your Top Story

  • Antonella Rustica5 months ago

    Congratulations on your Top Story🧨💞💥

  • Naveed 5 months ago

    Congratulations on achieving top story status!❤️.

  • JBaz5 months ago

    Your opening paragraph was awesome, and it just got better form there. Congratulations

  • Awesome 👍 and Congratulations on your Top Story🎉💯✌️

  • Chloe5 months ago

    Woah, what is this?? This was so cool! There’s so much of a story to be told here… I’m captivated. This was fantastic. Absolutely deserving of a Top Story.

  • Matthew Fromm5 months ago

    yeah this is wonderfully dark. impressive work humanizing something so thoroughly concrete yet abstract.

  • Alexander McEvoy5 months ago

    I really liked this one! I’ll read it more in depth later tonight so that I can really dig into it and just enjoy the wonderful story you’ve crafted again Congrats on top story! ❤️

  • Veronica Coldiron5 months ago

    The imagery in this is stellar! It's a true blue depiction of the hollow, helpless pairing with depression. I'm so awestruck by this piece! Just AWESOME! Congratulations on the Top Story. WELL deserved! 😍

  • Caroline Jane5 months ago

    Excellent. I loved all.of it and especially loved this: Emptiness spilled down her ashen cheeks. Saltless. Wonderful. ❤

  • Onah chidera5 months ago

    I have a lot to post but I get rejected

  • Lamar Wiggins5 months ago

    The tension you built was mesmerizing. Well done and congrats!!!

  • k eleanor5 months ago

    That's a fine top story!!! Congratulations 🥳

  • Hannah Moore5 months ago

    Great evocation. She needs to get out of that room!

  • Cathy holmes5 months ago

    This is incredible. Well done and congrats on the TS.

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