Primal Fear

She was walking on a cowboy-setting street in a sepiatone frame, the left of the new building of white pride of her school. She was in brown and jeans and walking. On a side she saw Miguel talking to Neil along with other folks of same order. The two do not know each other, even this foreboding phenomenon did not befriend her ideals. She went ahead and bumped into Cherry with two known shadows she knows who, but couldn't see in existence, behind in an odd liking. She started talking with her alone. Her mind was still on Miguel, preoccupied in a weird demeanor. She was speaking, but she forgot.

She walked past the diagonal-faced building - her school - and turned on the right of it. The balance changed into a carnage-like tone. The angle revealed a slum, failing the oddly-fashioned sense of existence. The slum could be mistaken of a place a war has left over with fresh eerie afternoon, grotesque and violence. She went ahead, without hesitation and unease, knowing where she would head, but not seeing the actual destination. On the right corner, there was a slaughterhouse; she stopped. The slaughterhouse, bloody and overused that the tiles filled with the stain of blood on the wall are all broken, has rails as a gate and as a sliding door. It shows everything that's inside. It was small and reproachful. She went in and saw a hanger with stealth weapons hanged: long dagger, a grenade, and unknown ones. She saw a fetus-like creature, living, standing and breathing; it/he shows no expression. She grabbed the long dagger from the hanger and they started a vague fight. She stabbed it/him more than once. The fetus-like creature showed grimace and said "I will never die." as the wounds get healed fast, as in regeneration. It/He was laughing. It scared her. It was almost night.

She doesn't want to go back home. She was frightened that she decided to go to her school for no reason. Viewing the front of the diagonal-faced building, everything can be seen - it was made in glasses, the walls and the windows and everything. On either side of the entrance, lies golf-like disciplined grasses, and there were beggars sitting on it. Too many she doesn't know the exact. She suddenly thought of giving and feeding them free noodles and began imagining them eating using chopsticks and putting it with the noodles in their mouths with delight. She went forward, going right. On the right of the school building, bizarre enough, were well-known fast food chains. There was a balcony on the other side, where she was stepping at the now. She saw alot of people inside, students rather, eating and outside, at the balcony, she saw Neil once again, smoking. She stared at him and gave a neutral force just for him to know that she knows him. There was no reason to be there, in between and in the center of the commercial side of the building and the balcony where people are smoking. She went in to get the used containers of the food in a fast food chain without thinking further and went out, saw the smokers at the balcony and threw the used containers in a garbage can in front of the diagonal-faced building and thought of it as an idiotic thing to do.



She went ahead to the slum. She peeped at the slaughterhouse and saw, on the left corner of the little square, a grey and shabby hospital-looking-matresses where the fetus-looking creature was sleeping. She once again grew uneasy. She went inside. Setting changed as she sat on the right corner of the floor, her sister appeared into view and she talked to her without knowing what's the substance of the conversation. She held her communications while checking something in her other innovations. Her sister disappeared in no notion and there, inside the door inside the slaughterhouse a middle-aged woman appeared holding squids. The sleeping form and position were nowhere to be seen and was changed by a table where the middle-aged woman laid what she held and exposed an expression she couldn't figure out. Suddenly she was behind the bars of the slaughterhouse, she was outside on the right corner and was talking to the middle-aged woman while she was still in her position, doing something blurry on her squids. She saw the fetus-looking creature still sleeping, now on the right and in front of her. It/He grew very small. She hesitated, then she held it. It/He opened its/his eyes and gave a tarsier-like serene eyes that shocked her. She felt silent, but she was still stroking the creature's head in a gentle way. It was a calm catastrophe.

It was her fear.