Heather

"Say hi to mommy baby!"

"Hi mommy!"

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"Mommy! Mommy! Where are you!"

"I'm over here sweetie. Don't worry, mommy's got you. Mommy's got you...."

* * *

The track lighting flickers to life. Harsh florescent rays of white reflects over the metallic sheen of the stainless steel equipment. Directly underneath the naked lamp lay young Heather.

Bound by fear and gagged by nightmares, she stares at her with her glazed blue eyes. Pupils dilating and constricting rapidly, forced open by the adrenaline shot. Her mind awake, and her heart racing; Heather could hear her blood rushing through her veins, her pulse like a flurry of tap dancers on the mahogany timber floors, her shallow breathing, and her tensed up muscles. The apprehension on the chain of following events swarms her naive little mind.

What comes next?

* * *

She waltzes into the room, casually lifting her dress and pulling on a pair of white waders; it was like she was about to get wet.

* * *

Oh the colour red. How she loves how it stands in contrast with her deathly pale skin. Wearing those surgically white waders made her look a little more human, slightly, but enough.

Donning a fraying lab coat that still held patches of starch and the comforting metallic odour emitted when in motion, she floats down the narrow corridor, to the single light in the crossroads of the walkways.

Humming to herself, she casts monstrous shadows of herself and what was within, onto the bleached white walls. It was as if she was walking on paper.

* * *

"Hello darling, mommy's here. Where have you been all night?"

"Baby don't cry, come give mommy a hug"

* * *

Nearly drifting away, her attention lurched back into the present at the sound of the snapping latex gloves.

Here she comes again.

* * *

She was furious. Her stark white waders were dyed from the confusion at the laundry. Eyes glinting maliciously, she took her clothes from the shelves and said,

"They will hear from me soon".

Erratic Behaviour