Desidirium

The music is getting louder.

It is not playing, just like a pressure between the ears, a whole vibration, like a Chihuahua. Then, silence. 

A TV starts to flick. It‘s glowing to the point that shows the entire apartment, old chairs, empty bottles, and unwashed clothes. The air feels intense, heavy with all the smoke running through the airwaves.

A scream is heard across the room. Raw, intense, and in agony.

A woman standing in the balcony, cries, agonizing pain. A shadow is moving against the curtains, until the woman dissapears, and the shadow is standing there, in the background, observing.

Sometime has passed.

Katie just sat in a huge puff couch, her body is sinking into it, like she wants to sleep in it. The TV is on, and there‘s a movie playing in the background, but the signal is getting static, freezing. Victor, then joins her beside in the other puff couch. He is smoking and letting all the smoke going through the ceilling. He is relaxed. He offers the joint to Katie, and Katie accepts it.

Katie: “Babe? When is thing going to hit me? It‘s been like an hour, I‘m bored.“

Victor exhaled: “In any second now“

She is nervous, then she turns around

“Can I ask you something?“

Victor: “Wazzup“

“If you had one wish.“, she said. “Anything in the world, what would you wish for?“

He is laughing like Seth Rogen: “More weed. But as a matter of fact, we‘re out.“

“Victor, I‘m serious.“

He is thinking for a moment, but the effects of the acid and weed is kicking in: “Okay, fine. Money. All the money in the world. This place is falling apart, we pay rent, taxes, everything is going to shit. That, or weed, obviously.“

Katie smiled, but something inside of her made a huge switch

She starts to see the TV getting freeze, static, and she turns around to see all the house that all the colors feels so vibrant, like a human itself slamming through the wall. She stares, while laughing. 

The ceilling is alive. Speaking, smoking and felt different.

Another Katie appears in the screen of the TV, this version is more vibrant, more menacing and she appears waving at Katie, while Victor is pulling smoke from his mouth and his head is leaning towards the pillow. 

“What the hell is going on? - Katie said.

“I want to go back. Get out my head!“ 

The smile is increasing.

Another Katie: “That is your wish?“

Then, Another Katie is not on the TV, and it‘s in the kitchen counter. She feels real, alive and menacing towards the real one. Her pupils rolled white.

She saw her in a red dress, Victor is agonizing on the floor. There‘s a baby crying in the background, a slam of colors in neon lights exploding through her. Then, Katie sees her other version trying to kiss Victor, as he is dying on the floor from an overdose.

She saw her crying on the beside bed, with the urn of Victor. She is much older. There‘s a lot of pills in the garbage of the bathroom, and when she sees her reflection on the mirror, it‘s cracking into million pieces.

And then she hears an evil laugh.

The other Katie is watching from the TV.

“Your wish could be anything. It could change your entire future. Freedom or stability. Peace or fame. Sadness or happiness.“

Katie is having a breakdown in front of the TV.

“You didn‘t see it before. But… now you will.“

Katie is trying to speak, but her words are mumbling. Then, a snap. The apartment is back to normal, she is breathing into her lungs, she is front of the TV, kneeling.

Victor: “Hey, babe. You‘re okay?“ 

Katie turns her head and her eyes are still white, but still fading into normal.

“I‘m good. Everything is good.“ Victor is getting another joint, while Katie turns his head to the TV and the other version of Katie is smiling, without blinking, and Katie is weeping.

The End.