Harbinger: A Journal of Art & Literature | 2018-2019

ALEX GENETTE. Mountain Range,
Sterling Silver.
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knowing what to do, and probably pondering any lawsuits that may be coming their way
if anyone knew there was a razor blade in the room.
I could see bursts of white light, shining more brightly than I had ever imagined. The
light was trying to reach me and then, all at once, the light drifted away, and a very loud,
deep voice said to me, “THIS IS NOT THE PLACE FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU.”
A little confused by this dream, I tried like usual to pop the rubber band on my wrist
to wake myself from this nightmare but failed in doing so. There was no rubber band on
my wrist this time. At that moment, I felt tingling in my body, making my body cringe.
Then, my arm suddenly burst into flames and my whole body started feeling numb from
the heat. Panicking and terrified at this point, I tried popping the rubber band three
more times, but still nothing on my wrist. Another failed effort. All at once, my body
burst into flames and an evil laughter came to me, “WELCOME TO YOUR NEW
HOME, MY DEAR,” followed by more laughter. Then, the voice spoke again, “I’ve
been waiting for you.” It was clear to me that this was no dream, this was eternity for me.
“Belladonna was pronounced deceased at the scene,” read a report, laying on the desk
at Creedmoor Psychiatric Hospital.