Sing Me Your Scars by Walters Damien Angelica

Author:Walters, Damien Angelica [Walters, Damien Angelica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Novel, Fiction, Horror
Publisher: Apex Publications
Published: 2015-03-09T06:00:00+00:00

Always,

They Whisper

She was not a monster, nor did Perseus cut off her head. The whole Athena and shield bit? Bullshit. Perseus was a self-absorbed fool who barely had the strength to lift a sword over his shoulder, let alone swing it hard enough to sever sinew and bone.

As far as the rest of her story, the snakes and stone might be true, but not in the way you think. It’s always easy to paint a villain, harder to scrape below the gilt to find the real.

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Medi pushes away from her desk, rubbing her eyes. Translating ancient Greek is usually a piece of cake, but for this project, she’s working off photographs, not the actual documents themselves, and the faded text is nearly illegible.

She knows she should keep working, but she’d rather drink wine and watch a movie. She’ll deal with the rest of the translation later.

In the kitchen, her mouth twists. Her last bottle of wine is almost empty. It’s not necessary, but wants never are. She checks the mirror. There aren’t quite enough wrinkles for her liking, but they should be enough.

When she unwraps the heavy towel from her head, the serpents whisper. She does her best to ignore them and puts on an ugly floral scarf and her sunglasses. Never mind that the sky is a shade of dusky purple.

Outside, she steps into the sound of bass-heavy music pumping from a car speaker and the stink of exhaust. She hates it all—the noise, the desperation—but the thought of living in a place where she can’t be just another anonymous body is terrifying.

Especially for her.

Although the sidewalks are nearly deserted, she keeps her gaze down and her steps brisk. The autumn air is cool against her cheeks. Despite the wrinkles and sunglasses, her heart races the entire way.

The man at the liquor store takes her money without a word. He gave up trying to engage her in conversation a long time ago.

On her way back to her apartment, the screech of tires fills the air. A door opens and closes behind her. Then she hears the steady thump of shoes on pavement. She glances over her shoulder, and when she turns back, a man is standing close. Too close. She tries to dodge out of the way, hits his arm instead, and stumbles. He grabs for her, her sunglasses tilt, and she doesn’t look away fast enough. Keeping her guard up is hard, even after all her years of practice.

But he isn’t looking at her face, her eyes. Relief flows through her body. She nudges her glasses back into their proper position and says, “Thank you.”

“No problem. Be careful, okay?” he says in a solicitous manner.

Her heart is still pounding heavy in her chest when she slams and locks her front door. Half a glass of wine downed in two gulps eases it somewhat. She feels the weight of the serpents hidden inside the spiral curls of her hair. She muffles their words with a towel again.

No mortal can understand what they say.

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