SOMEONE IS INSIDE MY GRAVE SEASON 1 EPISODE 14: BLACK & WHITE
I woke up and felt too much tired. It was a new place where people were bald. A bald boy touched me and complained. A bald girl laughed at me. A bald driver checked one of his pockets and gave me a mirror. He told me to look at it and as I looked at it, I screamed. An old man was looking at me through the mirror. I panicked and threw the mirror. It shattered. The driver was upset over his broken mirror. He collected the pieces and put it into his pocket. I asked the driver why someone was inside the mirror. He made a nervous smile and told me that the one who I saw in the mirror was myself. I touched myself, my body, my face and I felt the change. It was strange. I got double chinned and wrinkled. My body was old. One of my thumbs broken. I wanted to recall where I had come from, but couldn’t. I wanted to know how much old I was before coming here. It was like my memories were erased. Maybe I was born old or had never been a kid.
The driver caressed his pocket. He was still depressed over his broken mirror. He was dripping tears which mixed into the soil and erected roots. Roots which made greenery and fruits. The driver was avoiding all this and requested that he can drop me somewhere where I can feel more comfortable. Where I can feel home.
The driver dropped me to that place. This sparkling and twinkling place where nights were twinkling and days were sparkling. A wide castle with a blue army. White males and red girls. This reminded me of my place. I felt closer to my place. My unreachable memories were peeking out to know what I was and where I was, but not too much. The people had little hair and metal earrings. They invited me inside and served me food and wine. I saw ballet. Musical performances. Fights. Gags.
The driver was outside and waiting for me and crying. He made a whole forest crying. He thought he can’t replace his mirror with another. The mirror was his friend, his companion, his life and his soulmate. He had mirrors before. Round, triangle and rectangle. Every shape had bored him except diamond. He was inspired and fell in love with that mirror but now there remained nothing. No love, no attraction, no feeling, no inspiration. Nothing. Just a wide unending forest.
I was chewing grapes and drinking rum. I was old. I am old. I will be old in the future. Not pretty. But pretty old. I have just lost my strength. Nothing else. My fat belly was making watery sound as I walked. I had never been fat. I never had any experience of that but I loved how it sounded while I slapped my full belly. That is comfortable. More comfortable than how I spent my life. I don’t remember it but It was not like that, probably not.
The driver was soaked and he put the broken mirror pieces inside his handkerchief. Dug a hole and put the pieces under. The grave was sparkling as the sun rose and the next day he dug the grave and found the glasses had completed the shape. It was completely a mirror. It was happy to be resurrected. He was kissing and loving his mirror again. Kissing every inch, every side. Not realizing how his lips got punctured by the touch of it and gushing the blood which got mixed with the soil but this time there was something different.
The fire was whispering beside me. It was saying something which I was not getting. Then I understood something and put more woods in the fireplace, but my wife warned me and I stopped. I took the burned woods which were nearly to become ashes and threw them outside my room and felt the burn. My thumb was about to drop. I had pain. It was going to be light soon. I opened the window and saw the sun was about to peek inside. I was looking at the car and the driver was there too. He was looking at me. Not sleepy. Not tired. Just alive and smiling. Not like when I met him at first.
The driver couldn’t stop his smile. His blood flowed and made rivers. Red rivers. And as soon as the rivers dried, giant ogres came out of it and made chaos in the city.
I sat in the backseat and requested to go to the city. The driver looked at his mirror and smiled. The city was still crowded with bald people. But chaos too. This time they weren’t laughing at me. This time they were angry. They threw stones at me. The stones flew through the windshield and hit me. They hit me hard.
They were shouting at me and were crying out loud that I WAS A MONSTER.
I fell down and my blood made my skin young. I wasn’t old anymore. I was a kid.