Reflections

Where am I? I think I’m in a room. It’s blank. It isn’t white or black, I’m not sure. There aren’t any walls; not that I can see anyway: no ceiling. From above there is a blinding light. I can feel the heat radiating from it but I don’t know where it’s coming from. I shout to see if there is anybody else here. No sound comes out. Just an eerie silence.

Then I see it.

Beneath my feet, a single drop of blood. It must be fresh, its crimson colour shines like a ruby in the blankness. I crouch down to inspect it. Only there is another drop, then another, then another. I follow the blood trail until it stops abruptly. I look behind me and I can just about make out the first drop I saw. I turn back, someone is staring at me. We are inches apart. Their breath is icy, and the cold is almost tangible, their face is scarily pale. They are wearing plainclothes with a familiar blankness of colour. They are holding an arrow stained with blood. A red circle on their chest indicates the puncture. The heart.

I step back, aghast. I cup my shivering hands over my mouth, stifling back a scream. My blood soaked hands stop me. I look down to see my plainclothes ruined: stained with blood. It was coming from the chest.

I held my breath and took one more look at the person. It was me.

– Henna