“I live in that house. Yeah, the two story one. I sleep in that bedroom and turn the lights off at 10 or 11 PM.”
She pointed out a welcoming looking house and its whiteness gave off a sense of purity that almost blinded us who were covered in dirt. As if like looking at it takes you back to the time where innocence rules and maturation hasn’t started its process yet. If you would have guessed what kind of people live there, you would think a kind of family who eats dinner together… talk to each other… a mother who bakes her children blueberry muffins… a father who takes care of his lilies like his own children… a sister and a brother who tease but love each other.
We get a little distracted by the honking of the cars here and there and the rats that run around everywhere. But that did not stop Kathleen from raising her voice every time she gets excited when telling her usual bullshit stories.
“Sure you do.”
“Watch me get inside,” she stood up and walked towards the house.
At this point, it’s becoming really difficult for me, well for both of us, to tell the difference between reality and this seemingly pleasant world. Something was holding me back though, but Kathleen has already escaped. She has completely cut the rope that connects her to reality. I followed every step she took, and by then I realized that something was odd.
The closer we were to the house, the smaller it got. How was that even possible?
The next thing I knew was Kat lying on the floor with a bleeding cut on her forehead. At first I couldn’t move and she was just there helplessly rolling on the ground. Then I started to notice everything–the ugliness of the world. Beside her was a stray cat that looked like it hasn’t eaten for months, then slowly the sound of the traffic that my ears have blocked ever since she started talking. I noticed how dirty the ground she was laying on and how her eyes roll back with her body moving here and there. I noticed that there was a big white dirty wall. There was no white house with a garden full of lilies and a happy family.
But there was a picture.
Kathleen Tomes never really lived in there. She lived outside the picture but when she’s lucky, she gets to pass that white door. Today was not that day though. Currently, as far as I know, she lives in this alley in the middle of the city, she doesn’t have a lamp to turn off, and she never gets to sleep at 10 or 11 PM or at all.