Just Desert

She thought she was okay, that moving here would bring about a fresh new start with her family. After all this was where she could picture raising her kids, baking pies and leaving them on the windowsill to cool, being a stay at home sort of mom; until one afternoon when she woke to find herself in the kitchen, body numb holding a knife up to a ripened pumpkin. She lowered the knife and it grew even brighter. She didn’t know why she was doing these things, why she was moving without her consent; saying these things without knowing why she was doing all of this. It was like being behind a blurry TV screen, just watching and waiting for what twists and turns this new plot was going to take her. Why couldn’t she control her body, and more importantly what was controlling her if she wasn’t? She was trapped inside her own mind, forced to take part in these actions she had not given consent to and do some unearthly creatures bidding like what she was about to do. She couldn’t quite see what she was doing but she knew there was a knife and a pumpkin. Her body slowly brought the knife closer and closer to the skin of the fruit, and when she did the brighter the pumpkin became. Saying it was unusual would have been the understatement of the year. All she’d ever wanted was a simple, normal life out in the country in a nice house with some chickens and cows where she could feel completely relaxed with her family. She imagined being happy out in the sun, with a nice summer breeze when she was reminded of the reality of the situation and realized that she may never get to become herself again. What would happen to her dream? To her family? Her children? What would they think of their mother? That she just went crazy? Would they ever know that she was being possessed and that wasn’t actually her? Or worse… would whatever is controlling her hurt the people she holds most dear? Whilst these questions were running through her brain she lowered the knife penetrating through the core of the pumpkin, and when she did she had every reason to believe something was going to go horribly wrong considering the brightness of the pumpkin had escalated to the point where she could feel it burn her eyes. And in that moment she could swear she wouldn’t even be able to remotely recognize herself maybe ever again. She felt lost in her own mind, drifting aimlessly in space. She couldn’t even remember the little things anymore like what she had for breakfast, or her 16^th birthday party,or when she got married, up to the point where she was wondering if she was ever married. She became a little consciousness merely existing in the back of her brain while she let this demon take control of her, aware and convinced that she’d never get her mind and body back; especially since she couldn’t even remember her own name now. She clings to little memory of her life before all of this happened as time passes by, unaware of her current actions as well as the time and day; it must’ve been months now, maybe even years since she cut into that pumpkin and lived a life worth living.

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