Somewhere else ...

Sitting there in her wedding gown is her nightmare. She is hearing ear-piercing scream, and enduring sharp needle pain pumping through her whole body. Her visible enlarge veins string her up with agony. Drown in pitch darkness. A cold room fill with pathetic and sorrowful ghosts. They are wandering lost souls. Waiting to take her with them. She dare not follow. It is time to let go. The devil speak with his hush, rustic and deep tone,”You can never leave this hell hole.” Convincing herself it is a lie and not giving up. She stomp towards the wooden door, both her hands gripping the brass door handle, but her fingers pass through it. She continue pushing, forcing the door to open, stumble out and through it, coming back to the beginning; trying to escape from where she is. The devil approach her with a bitten blood red skin apple. He squat beside her, bend down staring at her face. His cold metal cross necklace of Christ paying for sinner, dangling, touching her soft and pale skin. It was not her greed for love, but lies that lure her here. Speaking to her sarcastically, ”A fruitless attempt.” She snub him. Laying on her back looking up to the ceiling is a hanging down fan. She watch the slow rotating blade. Counting each passing from right to left. Its whirring sound with easing breeze is comforting to her tired eyes. She doze off.