Page 2 of Sonata
I knew it was my mind playing tricks on me because apart from the car and Seraphina, no other sound has ever reached my ears in this room. Be it as it may, my heart was still galloping against my ribs, and my breaths were coming in short, harsh puffs. It all stopped, my heart, my breathing, even my mind went blank when a distant voice started spitting words I couldn’t understand, but I could’ve bet my life they were coming from a person standing on the other side of that wall.
An embarrassing scream ripped from my throat when the cat nudged me on my side with his body. Hands shaking and body trembling, I scowled at him, but he only bared his sharp teeth again and swatted at me claws and all. Forgetting all about the voice, I moved as fast as I could so the cat didn’t cut me with those dagger-like nails without realizing he was hoarding me toward the dresser. The same dresser with a mirror perched on top of it pressed against the wall where the person was still angrily now growling foreign words.
My hip bumped into the unforgiving corner of the dresser toppling over the bottles and makeup neatly placed on it when I caught up with what the little bugger was doing. Anger bubbled up in my chest, mostly from fear than anything else, and I pushed myself up on my feet, snatching the violin as I went. Grinding my teeth, I swung the instrument at the animal so I can ward it off and, at the same time, a hand with strong thick fingers wrapped around my shoulder.
With another shriek to make a soprano opera singer proud, I yanked out of the hand’s hold spinning around to face whoever was attacking me from behind. My violin slipped from my fingers cluttering on the ground at my feet when the only thing I could see was an arm, a man’s arm coming out of a freaking wall. Heart lodged in my throat and mouth dry, I did the only thing I could think of at the time.
“Aaaaaa saaaa!” with the best impersonation of a ninja in the history of the human kind, I even squealed long and loud before executing the perfect chop with my stiff hand over the forearm reaching for me. “Yaaa haaa!” spinning around, I slammed the back of my fist in it, too, and stars burst in front of my eyes from the impact.
“For fuck sake, stop hitting me, crazy female.” the arm snarled at me in a deep, whisky-rich tone while I was trying to uncross my eyes.
“Oh my god,” I breathed, all the blood draining from my head and pooling at my feet. “it talks…”
The crazy Seraphina didn’t kill me, but I will die by a talking arm.That was the last thought before everything turned dark, and I passed out.
