She had a head
filled with healthy thick hair and had beautiful healthy skin. Her presence was
love and happiness. And on her path, she lived, she loved, she created, and
shared. Life wasn’t perfect, but she made life good. She made it good by the
decisions she made under the hand she was dealt. And as she journeyed, grew, and learned, one day she met him. And all she ever got from Johnson was his
honesty and acceptance. So on a special day, she offered her undying love,
understanding, and to share her life with him. And he, in all his genuine
greatness, offered his in return with one demand, submission. Submission, Tia
thought, she young and happy, she shrugged and agreed. As months passed,
Johnson asked Tia for her hand. The wedding day was perfect and the night and
days after were peculiar. There was no sex before marriage, and no sex
afterwards. Tia understood, and thought how exciting and different, besides
there was much more to her than her body she believed, and the days moved
forward.
He asked her to
live in his house, which was far from friends and family, isolated in rural
hills. He asked for her devoted time, and she gave it and set aside her career.
And then work, mysterious work, in which he left over and over, not returning
home for weeks and Tia was alone. And when he did return, he was so tired and
sleepy she wouldn’t bother him with her needs. The shadows and aloneness
couldn’t even be drowned out with song most times. Tia felt her happy and
positivity slowly disappearing every day, being replaced with sadness and
agitation. But still, she fought the negative back. When Johnson got back this
time she told herself; he and her would have a real talk about his absence.
When he got back,
Johnson had brought with him a woman. Tia was shocked and afraid although he came
and embraced her, hugged her and kissed her. He professed the woman, Mabra, was
a special woman and friend. He said he needed Tia to help him help her and he
went happily forward and smiling like when they first met. Tia embraced her
happy. However, the woman Mabra, she could not shake her presence. It was dark
and secretive. It was a gleeful sinister and cold. Day by day she was there in
rooms in the silence sitting across from her husband and also in the mornings
and late into the nights. And soon he asked that Tia, ‘make her at home,’ which
meant Tia waited on Mabra hand and foot. And he, he would not say who she was
or what she was doing there. Mabra’s mysteriousness with her shadowy
appearances, as she stood in the darkness staring at Tia in the house, was heavy.
Months went by with Tia ignoring their whispers and giggles. Tia blocked out
the negative, telling herself her husband can see her and he loves her and he
will always be with her. She put her cloak and crown of happy back on, it blinding
and beautiful, and went to and fro. She moved in an ambitious direction back
towards her career and art in the empty time she spent alone. And soon after
this, she felt the atmosphere change. Johnson and Mabra became silent and cold.
They stopped the laughter and started stalking her and watching her. They demanded
things and slammed doors and ignored her, but Tia refused to let her light die.
She remained cheerful, caring, and happy. She tried to reach her husband for
the understanding she gave him and the fairness he did not give, but he would
lock himself away from her as usual.
Then one night he
emerged into their bedroom and told Tia to get up out of the bed and get out.
Tia, heart racing terrified and shocked, got up and dressed as he stood in the
darkness of the doorway staring at her with seemingly silver cold eyes. She
wanted to say something, but she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want
trouble. She didn’t want to hurt him or for him to hurt her even more so she
just left on foot.
Tia walked with
her clothes, her phone, and hardly any money. She reached road after road and
walked down them guided by her GPS. When she reached the town, she could feel pain
and didn’t know where it was coming from, as she sat on a bench in front of a
store. Her phone beeped signaling a dying battery. She had sat there for so
long she didn’t know if it was the same day. She used her dying phone to call
her mother. She was fortunate her mother answered and came within hours to pick
her up.
Overtime Tia
struggled to eat, to live, to smile, and go forth. Time passed her by as she
sat inside her mind wondering why he did this to her, why the cruelty, and what
she could have done to cause it. Hatred, disgust, and anger came and she
couldn’t shake it. It came with the ideas of that woman Mabra. A hate she rejected
but could not push away. This negativity, this darkness with no light, stayed
and Tia tried to fight it. She felt she was trying to keep her humanity. Then
one day these awful growls of hatred at the sight of something or sound of
something came. This was cruel sarcasm with violence in her thoughts. Overtime,
these words became the norm and her mind created a new person that her flesh,
spirit, and soul did not fight. It was her agreeing with the negativity. She
knew she didn’t want to in her heart. She knew she didn’t agree, but this
negative personality grew. It became powerful and an adversary inside her. Out
of all the good, there were only the bad. Out of all the love, there were only
things to hate. This new negative and hateful became the norm. She looked back
in her past and wondered if that woman Mabra was even there. She searched day
and night on social media sites to find that woman and could not locate her by
her name or face. She even looked on her husband’s page and could not find a
single picture of Mabra. And as Tia spiraled more and more into inhumanity,
coldness, this strange horrible personality, she felt she was being destroyed.
She saw her face fading into someone else in the mirror, and grew tired,
constantly fighting, constantly angry, constantly negative and afraid in a deep
dark hole.
Johnson sat in a
locked room amidst sketches of a beautiful woman. He had waited for this woman
and had found her. However, Tia was not who he needed. Her body yes, her mind
and personality no. So, he laid the traps, sacrificed, fasted his lust, drank
the blood, conjured, and bound Tia’s flesh, spirit, and soul into a hole. She
must lose herself. Her soul and spirit must die. The suffering, the doubt, pain
and shame successfully created in her, placed Tia into a mental hole in which
she could not ever get out. In time, he told himself, the beautiful soul, once
cast into hell, Mabra, the woman he loved and lost, will take full possession
of Tia’s body, her mind, and push her weak soul away. Mabra was the young woman
he had loved ever since they were teenagers, murdered and a murderer, whom he
helped escape from Hell and promised a home. He provided her flesh, as he
promised. He provided a home, as he promised. He gave her adoration, as he
promised. Now she must do the rest. Soon, he thought, soon he will see Tia
return to their home, as her, beloved Mabra, and they would continue their
lives together, as he stared at her pictures and the sketches of her face.
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