[If you did not catch part 1, or if you simply would like to refresh your memory, please click here.]
For a moment, I wondered how it was an odd thing to say to someone who was going to see an art exhibit, but before I could ponder it any longer, the door opened, and so I proceeded to enter the tiny room.
The door behind me closed, the lights dimmed, and then the door in front of me opened. I made a few steps forward, trying to make out what the exhibit was about. The only things I could see were frames hanging on walls.
“Paintings” – I thought to myself, and rolled my eyes.
“Or maybe photographs” – I scolded myself, realizing how popular that sort of thing is nowadays.
There was no sign of Ophelia.
I did not see any of the people who entered before me, either.
The room in front of me looked like a long and a narrow one, but I wasn’t able to see its end due to the low light.
As soon as I entered the exhibit room, the door behind me closed. Even though I am not religious at all, I made the sign of a cross. Just in case. I took a few deep breaths, and exhaled in order to calm my breathing, and to qualm my overly skittish nerves.
“This will all be over soon” – I whispered to myself, thinking that I will definitely deserve a raise after THAT.
For a brief moment I wondered how I was to enjoy the art if it was not too bright in the room, but as soon as I walked up to the first piece, a strong light illuminated it. And I jumped. Like a scared little kid. But the sudden turning on of beam of light caught me by surprise. The contents of the art piece did, too.
A woman sprawled on an exam table looked awfully like me. A nurse with a hanger in her right hand, and a fetus in her left was making her way to the trash can.
“Uncanny” – I said, looking closer at the face of the mother.
She even had a mole over the right side of her upper lip just like me.
Shaking off the creepy feeling, I moved to the next piece.
Now this one wasn’t nearly as bad. A tall, lean, blonde, long-haired woman was walking the catwalk, while another one was peeking from behind a curtain. You couldn’t see her whole face, but there was a clear mischievous smile painted on her face.
“Weird” – I said out loud, and made my way to the next piece.
Two people canoodling.
Making their way to the bed.
“What’s the theme here?” – I started wondering.
It wasn’t too bad of a piece, until I realized that the woman had the same mole from the first piece, and that the male could be mistaken for Victor.
“Hmmm… That’s sick to be imagining your uncle’s sex life” – I thought to myself, but intended it for the author of this exhibit.
The next piece pictured a light blue sedan, leaving behind a mangled body on the road.
“So violent” – I said, and walked over to the next and final piece of the exhibit.
The same mole above right upper lip woman was laying sprawled. This time, however, she was laying on what looked to be a bathroom floor. With a needle stuck to her left arm, and bile spilling out of her mouth.
There was a part of her that wanted to run away as far and as fast as she could, but the other part of her was immobilized.
Her heart was beating a million miles an hour.
“How?” – was the only thing she could say.
Nora repeated that over and over again in her head, but she did not come up with a satisfactory answer. Or any answer for that matter.
Ophelia was the only one who knew about her unplanned pregnancy in college. She drove her to the clinic.
But she had no idea that Nora envied her modeling career and that it was her who sawed her heel that one time, causing Ophelia to fall and twist her ankle. After all, she was her biggest and most eager fan. At least on the outside.
Only her father knew about the hit and run, because it was him she drove to for comfort that night. But he passed away more than three years ago.
She went through a small room, like she did upon entering, before the final door opened, revealing a waiting area.
“There you are!” – exclaimed Ophelia, rushing towards her.
She was beaming. Glowing. Happy.
Unlike Nora, who was white as a sheet. Confused. Traumatized.
“What did you see?” – asked Ophelia eagerly, but Nora could not utter a word.
This piece (part 1+ part 2) was inspired by the below prompt:
“In a hall of mirrors where each mirror reflects a character trait, you see yourself as you really are.”
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