Tenement
August 5th, 2009 | 
FICTION posted by Rica
I live with The Omen. So far she hasn’t done anything that would eventually become a catalyst toward world destruction. She’s one lazy devil. A literal one. But, you have to understand, even if The Omen hasn’t moved her ass off that huge creepy red throne of hers, I’m pretty sure we’ll all be headed to her queendome soon enough.
Dibs on Apartment A.
It’s not a privilege, by the way. It just so happens I’m her sister, so this is a favor. And it’s a huge curse, I tell you. Imagine… hell. Bonfires are at the bottom level. The big kind of bonfires that you’d only typically use during the burning of a witch. Imagine the fire’s taller than you if you stand beside it, and the you’ll feel as if the fire’s seeping under your skin and burning your insides first.
That kind of bonfire.
Then imagine a tenement housing strategically placed in the middle of her queendome, where it’s as hot as, well, hell. It’s around 26 floors high. The topmost floor houses Apartment A-1 to A-7. Floor 25 houses B-1 to B-7, and so on. If you lived in one of the apartments in Z, I’d expect you to be the most tanned out of all of us tenants in the place. No such thing as air condition units and electric fans exist in hell. I expect you to burn first.
I live in Apartment A, like I said. A-1 to be exact. It’s got the nicest view, and most probably is the best spot to place someone who you’d want to suffer forever. Apartment A’s nearest to the mouth – or, if you’re the kind who doesn’t really watch much of those apocalyptic movies, the mouth refers to hell’s opening. Just imagine the torture.
Whenever I look up, I see the ground above. People walking by (Boo, no peeking, perverts!) as if they don’t know they’re stepping on the mouth of hell. I see the blue sky above. I see people who do what I used to do. Work, pretend to have some fun despite their misery, lie, push someone off a moving bus. Do they know what comes after all those things, when their puny little mortal lives are over? Haha, they’ll have to start working again. This time though, they’ll be working like cogs turning a gigantic steel wheel for my sister, The Omen.
Good thing for these people though that she’s still lazy. She’s yet to make a move and do you all a favor.
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