Fragments of Solitude

one ordinary night, Sofia  world unraveled in a way she could never have anticipated. What began as a peculiar sensation on her face quickly descended into horror as her skin seemed to betray her, detaching itself in a nightmarish display of disbelief and fear. Panic surged through her veins as she clutched desperately at her face, trying to hold the pieces of herself together, while her room became a macabre scene highlighted by the stark contrast of crimson against the mundane.

"Mother..." Her voice was a whisper against the storm of her terror, a plea for help in a moment that seemed to defy reality. Minutes stretched into eternity as she awaited salvation, her distress amplifying with each passing second.

Then, the sound of salvation—or so she hoped. Her mother's voice, laced with concern, filtered through the door, a beacon of hope in the darkness. Yet, Sofia's condition was a secret too gruesome to share, even with her. She requested electric tape, of all things, hidden in a place as unconventional as her request—inside her grandmother's urn.

Her mother complied, the urgency palpable. But Sofia, in her desperation, demanded blindness from her mother upon entry, a precaution to shield her from the horror that had become of her daughter. The door opened, a sliver of normalcy in a night gone mad, but it was too late. Her mother, confronted with the unimaginable, succumbed to shock, collapsing in a tragic tableau that transformed their home into a scene from a gothic nightmare, complete with a downpour of blood that defied explanation.

Alone once more, Sofia's focus narrowed to a singular goal: preservation. The tape, her bizarre salvation, offered a momentary solution, a brief respite from the chaos. But it was fleeting. The disintegration continued, a physical manifestation of an internal unravelling, leaving her desperate and cornered by her own failing form.

In a final act of desperation,  Sofia sought escape through the window, a bid for release from a nightmare that clung too closely to reality. Yet, in this too, she found no solace, only the finality of a broken body and unanswered questions.

Was this a punishment, a cosmic error, or simply a cruel twist of fate? In the end, the answer eluded her as she slipped into the darkness, leaving behind a tale of terror, confusion, and the profound isolation of suffering unseen and misunderstood.