THE POISONING Enuji Robotto
-Inktober 2018: The PoisoningFirst edition (English): January 2019 Printed in Terrassa (Barcelona) (I apologize for my english, maybe there are lots of grammar mistakes in here.)
Special thanks to Sandra G.
“Death doesn’t exist, people only die when are forgotten; if you want to remember me, I will always be with you.”
Isabel Allende
What color is poison?
I still remember when I realized that all the food they had made for me was POISONOUS. From that day, everything changed for me. 1
At the beginning, they were very warm, nice and TRANQUIL. But...everyone seems perfect till you get to actually know them.
Their speciality was suckling ROASTED pork. Ah, and not to forget their delicious soups. Yummy.
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I observed them while cooking, and they always said weird things. It was like they were casting a SPELL over the food.
I'm 5
There was a day that they wanted to cook a CHICKEN but... something...went wrong? “I’m sorry! I’ve messed it up!”.
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They liked to stare at me while I was eating. It was a bit uncomfortable, because...they wouldn’t stop DROOLING. They said it was soothing watching me enjoying the meal.
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PROPOSTA
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I didn’t know why but, everytime I left that house, more EXHAUSTED I ended. “Maybe I ate too much?”, I wondered. Nah, that wasn’t it.
PROPOSTA
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Something was wrong. I was restless and I didn’t know why. I looked at the sky and saw a shining STAR. “I wish it was an angel” I thought.
And suddenly, that star turned into a PRECIOUS angel who approached me and said: “Everything is gonna be okay.�
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It's okay.
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Thanks to him, I could feel the calmness FLOWING through me. That’s what I needed. Anything that could calm my soul.
FONAMENTACIÓ TEÒRICA
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But that was only an hallucination due to what I had been eating. It was time to return to the CRUEL and real world.
GOODBYE,
YOU DUMMY!
FONAMENTACIÓ TEÒRICA
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Everything was turning black, and a strong pain began to arise into my chest. I felt like a WHALE being harpooned.
FONAMENTACIÓ TEÒRICA
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I noticed I was being GUARDED. I got scared and I tried to run but, the pain knocked me down, my vision clouded and I finally fainted. Then... I heard someone getting close.
FONAMENTACIÓ TEÒRICA
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A shrilling noise woke me up. Twelve ticks. Midnight. The infernal CLOCK of that old house chiming as always. “What am I doing here again?” I wondered.
“Someone as WEAK as you can get hurt if they go outside...Stay here with me, do not worry. I’ll take care of you, my dear lad.”
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As the days passed, they became more and more fussy. One day, they started to yell at me, bringing those damned ANGULAR fingers towards my face.
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!
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There was a day I couldn’t eat anymore and they got very angry. But my belly was so SWOLLEN... I couldn’t lie to them.
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They made me drink a “juice� that came from a little glass and transparent BOTTLE. It calmed the swelling but...
Maybe...too much. I ate that SCORCHED (but tasty) muffin before fainting again. And then... ...unconsciousness...Hum...
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...I wake up. Someone’s dragging my body through the BREAKABLE ground of the house. We go downstairs. A door is opened.
PROCÉS DEL TREBALL
They take me to a room I’ve never seen before. They undress me and lay me on a cold bed. They stick a needle in my arm. It hurts, but not too much. They DRAIN my blood. I can handle it.
I look at my surroundings. The room is filled with a lot of EXPENSIVE material. And this has nothing to do with the rest of the house! Where the HELL am I?
There’s something moving on that table... Something MUDDY and gross. What’s happening to me? What are they doing to me...? Anyone... Please...Help m--
Wait. Did that thing just
look at me right now?
Someone...grabbed that thing and...started to CHOP it. Ah..hh... What...the hell...?
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I...don’t know...what...are... they...doing to me. MY...my entire body hurts... HURTS so much... Aahhh...hhh...it feels PRICKLY on the inside... ...Aaaahh..hhhhh.....
Why...!!
If...they...STRETCH... that thing...it’s like... I feel...the same... IT HURTS...DAMNIT. I can’t... No...
I ... can’t ... take it...
I can’t take it ANYMORE.
*BEEEEEP*
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“Marc, our GIFT and us. October 1990” Hmm…
That was me when I was a child, I guess. A long time has passed since that photo, huh.
Today I found this one in my sweater’s pocket. It’s ripped and wrinkled. I wonder when this photo was taken.
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I don’t know the person next to me but...she looks a lot...like me. It’s like... my DOUBLE? Haha.
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MARC! Dinner is ready. Come here and set the table...
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I’m coming, dad! What’s for dinner tonight?
Oh, well. I made your favorite meal.
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You loved it, didn’t you?
Roasted pork with chips!
How about a SLICE? Maybe two?
He served two...
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NO... NO...
NO... NO...
Mmmhh! This is very good, dad!
CONCLUSIÓ/AGRAÏMENTS
But...
dedicatoria
Something told me not to eat it. It was like... a warning.
To this day, I still don’t know who or what told me that. That never happened to me before. Why now? Was it even real? But, why am I wasting my time thinking about this? It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s no use to think about something so weird. Maybe...I just had a bad day. Yeah. So, it’s okay now. I’m happy with my life, you know, dear diary? And for me, that is the most important thing in the world. See you tomorrow. Marc, 20XX
If you have not understood this story, you don’t have to worry. Someday you will, I guess! Att: Enu
Answer: The worst poison has no color.
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