fiction

The room was just as it looked- dim, with an occasional light that pilfered in from the window. It settled, comfortably, on the couple that were perched at the end of the bed. But it was no couple. It was a lady, evidently older, and a young girl. The girl sat with her knees drawn, her head down.
The older lady stroked her back, gradually at first, then increasing in intensity as the frequency of the girl's sobs doubled, whispering words of comfort into her ear.

The girl turned- in the faint, yet diminishing light, the girl's face was clearly seen, a ghostly oval shape tinted with large brown eyes- and streaked with tears. Her hair hung down in locks, matted with the fluid from her eyes and she wore an expression of acute horror.

"Why me?" She asked. The question pierced the air, hung in the light like a fog over an enclosed room." Why me???"
The older lady knew this to be a rheoteorical question, yet she answered.
"It isnt your fault." She said, " He came as he wanted to, nothing would've stopped him. Time will heal. "

The young girl said nothing. Her mind churned with thoughts, of fear, of thoughts of men prying at her from behind closed doors. " I don't want to have to go through this," she said, an afterthought," I want there to be some end, I need this to relieve me, fast, quicker, even."
She felt the hand of the lady sitting beside her come into contact with her left arm. " Pray."
Just one little word. Pray. The girl looked up with her in wonderment.
Pray. And so they did. Her hands clasped in front of her, her fists, white from clenching the waded piece of tissue. Upon looking up, the girl let her eyes linger on the floor for a moment, examining its intricate cuts.

" Will you hug me?"
The girl's voice came in barely a whisper. Even as she spoke, her voice trembled and shivered- shivered, just like the girl herself, thought it was a hot summer's night with no breeze.

" Yes, I will", said the older lady. With her right arm she clasped the girl round her full width of her shoulders and turned her so they were face to face. "Listen to me," said the older lady, "I understand your situation." There was little that needed to be said. The older lady got up from the bed and made for the door.
Just as her hand rested upon the brass doorknob of the door, voice spoke.
"Thank you." The girl had spoken.
The older lady stood, hands on her hips and a little smile on her face.
"No problem,"She said. Her hand turned the doorknob, and in a second, she was gone.

The little girl sat on the bed, unmoving. Slowly, she picked up a nearby pillow and tossed it against the head of the bed. She stood up and stretched. It had been a hot night, hotter than usual. The moon was full. Water was dripping from the tap.
Her eyes melted, full chocolate gushed in torrents down her face. It combined with her nose, which had sunken in, and stood, absolute straight, as her body melted down towards the floor. Her mouth, open in a scream, anguished as her body gasped for air. She looked down, and watched as her body convulsed and collapsed. Her legs disappeared, as with her arms, and soon nothing more than a head sitting in pool of what was a body remained.
Her facial features melted, and upon closer inspectiong we realise that her mouth, open in a groan, cascades, joining the pool of melted body parts on the ground, until nothing but a small puddle of her remains.
And with an almighty roar, the puddle of deathly girl emerges,and floats through the air, in droplets.