Kelly Haunts Me 2 - Last Chapter

She abandoned. It didn’t work.

It’s been a month. 

I rented a small apartment with what is left of my life’s savings. I drink coffee in the morning. Maybe the taste of coffee is what I missed the most of being normal size. Everything is so small. The chairs are small, the tables are small, the people are small. Everything, I touch is so small, sometimes I have a hard time grasping the drawer’s handles, or the fridge’s handle. They are so small. I am just not used to being normal size again. I am clumsy, reclused and alone. It’s been a full month now. No news and no sign from Kelly. 

She moved on, right?

She moved on. That was the whole idea.

My back hurts me again, like before. I am and old 90 years old lady. I mean, not that old, but my body is. I cannot restart life. I can only wake up, drink coffee, endure the visions of being crushed inside Kelly’s shoes all day long, it haunts me terribly. Every day I have nightmares of being crushed and not dying. Every day I have visions of her feet, odors coming back like old traumas. I cannot live like this very long, but I am more or less like a human larva, alone, with no friends to call, no one to talk to. No one to crush me. Time is awfully slow. The pain is tremendous. Being normal size reminded me of all the pain of real life. I’ve been living in a dreamworld for the last years, in a little bubble of happiness, crushed everyday by the most beautiful girl ever born on this planet. My extreme luck is now extreme bad luck. Nothing lasts forever, not even the good things, especially not the good things it seems. 

My body hurts. 

Every day I imagine how I could end my own life so that this hell can be over. I prayed God to take me, he didn’t. Now I live in hell, the hell of living alone and without my Kelly. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen, what I feared the most, it is all happening to me. Kelly failed to kill me, she did all she could, she was even sorry for being unable to do it. I was brought to the university, they grew me back to normal size, and now life is back, what life?

My old crappy life that I wanted gone, it’s all back, with the pain. But now there are the visions, the traumas, the nightmares, the hallucinations. Sometimes I scream or no reason. Sometimes I lay on the floor of my apartment for no reason, waiting for the ceiling to crash down on me from the weight of a giantess 100 feet tall Kelly, but it doesn’t happen. I live in a fantasy now, in fiction, in memories, in traumatism, and in pain. Kelly is gone living her life without me. I wish her all the best, every day, when I wake up, I pray for her to be happy, wherever she is.

I need a massage. That would sooth me. 

One day, I dare the outside world, and I take a taxi down to the massage clinic where I met Kelly years ago, where I used to go shrink myself all the time. It’s still open. I am in the parking lot, holding on my cane. I am pathetic. I cannot find the courage to enter. I stay there, looking at the door, images of being crushed by Kelly filling my head. 

“Goodness, Mrs. Allen?” I hear a voice. The door is opened, someone walks out. “Is that you?” I know her…She’s, what’s her name again, the receptionist secretary…She stills works there. It’s…hmm “It’s me, Melany…” She says. Ah yes, Melany, I remember her. “Wow, where have you been? It’s been forever since I’ve seen you. Wow, you changed. I remember you liked that girl masseuse who worked her for a couple of months, what was her name again…?”

“Kelly.” I mutter. 

“Yeah, Kelly!” She exclaims. “Come in, Mrs. Allen, do you want something to drink? Were you coming for an appointment? I saw you standing there and I was like, is it Mrs. Allen? Ah, and there you are!”

“Coffee.” I say. I slowly walk, holding on my cane, with Melany’s help. We walk inside that clinic where it all started. Where I first got my shrinking massage therapy. Where I met Kelly, where my life changed. 

“Oh, we have a new shrinking machine now, and a legal permit to use it!” She says to me, walking behind the counter. She pours coffee in a small plastic cup and brings it to me. “Want to book an appointment?” Melany smiles at me. It’s a miracle she recognized me, I look so old now. 

“Yes, please.” I say. I give the woman a smile. She winks at me, and looks at the computer. I’ll book an appointment. 

“We have a new young masseuse, she’s working part time to pay her studies. Her name is Gabrielle, she should be here this afternoon. And don’t worry Mrs. Allen, she’s all kind and careful with the shrunken people. And she’s got nice clean feet, just like that girl Kelly. I wonder where she is now and what she became. Anyway, are you in? It’s only 120$ plus tax.”

“Yes.” I say. I nod. Melany is sweet and kind, she smiles. I slowly walk my way down to the waiting room, where I carefully and painfully sit to drink my coffee, and wait for my next appointment. 

The end.