Sin Fronteras Spring 2017 Sin Fronteras Spring 2017 | Page 20

By Erick Arias
and handed it to mom, except-
“M-mom?

“Whats wrong?”

I blinked at mom. Something was peeling off her face. I pointed at
the left side of her face with a shaking finger.

“Do I have something on my cheek?” She rubbed, and a piece of
flesh came off from her cheek. It was red, covered in moths and worms,
and smelled putrid. I threw up.

“Whats wrong!?”

“I think something was rotten. I’ll go the bathroom.” And without
waiting to be excused or offered help I ran to the bathroom. I sat on the
toilet with my palms pressed to my eyes. What’s going on? I removed them
and stared at the floor, trying to clear my mi nd and think. But then I saw
my ankle. Finger marks. That’s right. I recalled the scene in the hallway.
The figures in the walls. They were going to get me. Those things. But they
won’t. I won’t let them! I pushed open the door. My heart was pounding,
keeping me attentive of my surroundings. Inhaling seemed to go really
fast, taking in that necessary oxygen to run, while exhaling felt like ages.
What if I don’t breathe enough to outrun whatever is coming for me? It was
cold and dark. I rushed to the kitchen, and when the walls began spiraling
and flashing I ran to the nearest drawer and scrambled for a knife, cutting
my palm in the process. Blood began to gush out and I thought, what if
they smell it? Bring it on then! I’ll avenge my whole family They won’t get
me. I won’t let them!
“Bring it on, I’m here!”

“Hon, what’s wrong?” The kitchen door burst open, with something
behind it.

“You won’t get me!” I yelled, and I lunged towards it.

Nature can be so cruel. It is believed that only the human species is
capable of such atrocities, but mother earth has been around for longer and
has had more time to become bitter. Humans have repaid her hospitality with
abuse, so maybe mother earth is only paying back the favor. And all it took
was a crimson butterfly flying into a man’s world, the world of fear.
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