Kelly Haunts Me 2 - Chapter 4

She agreed to play soccer on me. I asked her politely, and she accepted. Her shoes were clean, I had washed them, inside out with my tears. Took me all day and all night. At least 20 hours. I have not slept a single second, my mind constantly giving up on all the bad to worse scenarios that can now happen to me any minute. Like. Losing Kelly. 

But no, I think it is time that Kelly loses me. 

I asked her for time to think. That’s what I did. I thought about what she told me she would have liked me to ask her. There was 1- Grow me back to normal size, 2- Stomp me to death, 3- Give me to someone else. I am not sure I could live with someone else so I immediately ruled that one out. I concluded, after a lot of thinking, that Yes, I would ask Kelly to crush me to death, and if it doesn’t work, to grow me back to normal size as a last resort. The idea of dying under her foot started to grow on me. I am too old now to expect having a good normal life. I wouldn’t even know where to start. But dying under her foot, that would be the best death ever. It would seal the deal. End it all. 

Yes.

To die under Kelly would mean she would not haunt me anymore in real life, but haunt me for eternity. Good or bad. 

Now about the sex. I didn’t mean bad. I had no wrong intentions. I just thought maybe it would be interesting to be inserted into…her, being so small and all. I was picturing her in my head, looking down at me and pushing me inside, with a wicked smile, feet first until only my head would stick out. I had those pictures in my mind as soon as Kelly became an adult at 18. Here and there, in my mind, once in a while. I never thought it would be so much of a big deal to her but I should have known better. 

Big misunderstanding. 

Now the only thing facing me is death and I am resigned. I give up. I want her to end me, but I know my body’s density is so high that even her full weight could fail killing me. I know my Kelly would come up with some ingenious ways and ideas to give me my last breath. I have faith that she will make it work. There is no reason for me to continue living, and I am as useless as useless can be now. 

In her soccer cleat under her sweaty feet during the friendly soccer match, I imagine myself dying this instant. Crushed into this smelly pit of sweat, dying while she plays on me, discovering my dead body only after the match. Maybe she would give me a proper burial and stuff, or just discard me into the trash bin. I tried to make peace with my life, it’s been a bad one but the last years have been the best. I’ve lived all my fantasies, all of them many times, not many people can say that. I’ve been living my dream life under Kelly’s feet for long enough to be satisfied, happy and ready to leave this world in peace. 

“I want you to crush me to death, and if it doesn’t work, to grow me back to normal size.” I tell her straight, bluntly when she removes me from her sweaty soccer cleat at home. I see the stupefaction in her eyes. 

“Oh…” She exclaims. She takes a moment. “I guess that makes sense.” She says. “You sure?” I explain to her all I’ve been thinking about, how I came up to these conclusions and that I was pretty darn sure. She puts her disgusting cleats, the ones I washed all night long, in her closet, leaving me on the floor of her room. She sits next to me, peels her sweaty socks off her feet, removes her shin guards, removes the small cotton socks she wore under. She sighs. “I understand.” She finally lets out after hearing me. “Honestly, I think that’s what’s best for you. Even if I’ll miss you, we both need to move on.” She nods. “Especially if you’re ready for it, I mean, it's going to happen one day or another, but when you’re ready to go, it’s better, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know Kelly. I just don’t want to be a burden anymore.”

“I could give you to someone else, I am sure I’m not the only one out there with pretty feet.”

“No.” I say. “I’ve shrunk myself for you. I’ve lived for you. I’ll die for you.” I add, very confidently. 

“Oh...okay…” she remains silent a moment. “I’ll have to explain that to my mom and dad. They may not like the idea.”

“Don’t explain to them. I will.” I say. “Bring me to dinner tonight, please.”

“Ok.” Kelly says. She smiles at me, that smile makes my heart melt. She discards her soccer socks over me. She goes to shower. I crawl from under her smelly socks; I’ve been smelling them for a whole match. Where all the girls remove their soccer shoes and gear and bring those in bags, Kelly loves to keep me inside after the match and run back home like she’s always done. Sometimes her mom doesn’t want her to step in the house at all before she removes her shoes, especially when all her gear is muddy from wet field. 

I am glad she accepted. Hard decision. 

Now how to make it sound nice to her parents. I can’t just go tell them their daughter is going to kill me, they will tilt and oppose. They have to be brought to the fact that my life is already over and that it is my decision to get one final crush. The ultimate trampling moment where I close my eyes and never open them again. Then, they can bury me in the backyard I don’t care, they can throw my body in the garbage but, that last moment of my life I want it to be under Kelly. I want my life to end like it really started, 6 years ago. I have to make it sound really important to me, and that it is my decision. 

I only have to make it sound correct, when I am at the dinner table with them all. 

Not easy.

“You want our daughter to kill you?” Exclaims Kelly’s father while slapping on the table. He is angry. I frown and roll my eyes. I am standing on the table near Kelly’s glass of wine. Failed.

“Mrs. Allen, there must be another way…” Cynthia says. 

“We should never have accepted that creepy person into our house in the first place!” says the man. 

“Dad, come on, don’t be like this.” Says Kelly. “It’s her decision, she’s paid for my studies, now she wants to go.” I love my Kelly. 

“Look, I am going to die soon either way.” I say, trying to convince them from my one inch height. The discussion doesn’t go well. At some point, Kelly’s father orders his daughter to remove me from his sight and especially from the table. Kelly is sorry, she places me on the floor next to her feet and invites me to step into her black flats she is wearing barefoot. Better be in there than facing this angry man. I cuddle under her toes in fetal position, she warms me up with her body warmth and I try to hold sobs. I have no more place in life, and they refuse me to die the way I would want. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t want to grow back to normal size. I was hoping Cynthia would say she would take me, maybe, I don’t even know why I was thinking that. Maybe because I knew in my heart they would reject the idea of their daughter being a murderer. But, in my mind it’s not murder… it’s assistance, it’s help. It’s compassion.

Anyway, I stay under Kelly’s toes, well hugged by their smelly soft skin. I can feel she is fighting for me, confident and strong. She finishes dining with her parents. I hear the conversation. Kelly is defending me, defending the idea, she’s working with me to convince her parents it’s the best thing to do. They argue. It’s all my fault. I really am a burden, and I want it to be over.

When dinner is over, Kelly goes back to her room and frees me from her leather ballet flat. She puts on her pyjamas while I wait, on the bed table. She chats with some friends on her cellphone, I just look at her in silence, her magnificent beauty, her young age, her intelligence, her charm, she is going to be a great woman. Already is a great woman. I will not be there to witness her, but I am sure she will be a greater person than I could ever hope to be. 

“I could do it with stiletto heels.” She says, bluntly. It takes me a moment to figure out she is actually talking to me. 

“Hmm?”

“Well, we both know just my weight won’t work, I’ve crushed you every single day since I met you or almost. Maybe if I place you under a stiletto heel and crush you with all my weight, maybe you’ll just pop like a raisin.” She says, half amused. 

“I assume that you have convinced your parents?”

“Nah, but I’ll crush youanyway. It is not the least I can do, but I’ll do it. They don’t understand what it means for you and I. They just think about murder. But I see it as….”

“Compassion.” I say, cutting her before she says it. She smiles and nods. 

“Yeah, compassion, I guess.” She says, pulling the bedsheets over her and tuning on the side to face me when she talks. “I could stomp you, or jump on you as hard as I can.”

“You could try both.” I say. “I am not sure it will work, Kelly, my body is so dense.”

“I know right? Ah! Remember last year when you were stuck into my ballet pointes after the academy show? I had to pull you out with tweezers!” She laughs. I laugh too, well, more something like a chuckle. Yeah, she crushed me so hard inside those ballet pointes I ended up squeezed and stuck into the tip of the shoe. 

“Yeah, that wasn’t even close to kill me.” I say. 

“Right…” she adds. “What if I roll over you with my rollerblades? Like I could tape you on the driveway and roll over you.” 

“I doubt it will work, but you can try that too, Kelly.” I say. I would like to be in peace, but I am not. I am afraid. 

“Want me to do it tomorrow?”

“What? Tomorrow?” I am surprised. My heart pounds like if it heard and starts panicking.

“Yes, well, if you’re not ready, just tell me…”

“Okay, tomorrow.” I say. No time to waste thinking about when, I’ll never be ready anyway.

“Okay. Honestly, I am not sure it’ll work, Mrs. Allen. But I’ll do my best, okay?” She says. She’s so cute. That literally meant she would do all she could to make my last wish come true. There can not be any better person on this planet. 

“Thank you Kelly. I’ll get to sleep.” I say, I stand up and I walk next to the table’s edge. I want to jump and land hard on the floor of her room, but I know it won’t kill me. 

“Wait. Mrs. Allen.”

“Hmm?” I turn around and look at her. 

“Would you like to sleep with me?” she asks. I am surprised by this question. Usually that means she would wear fluffy socks during the night and put me inside one of them for the whole night but I didn’t see her put on any fluffy socks before she went to bed. I have a split second to get out of my trance and answer her question, no matter what she has in mind, I can only answer one thing. 

“Yes.” I say. She smiles, again, biting her lower lip. She moves aside in her large bed and invites me into it. “You want me to sleep with you? In your bed?”

“Yeah, if you want. But, if I roll onto you and you end up smothered while I sleep it’s not my fault.” She says. She is in a playful mood. Why not? I am going to die tomorrow and she’s never done or offered anything like this before. I walk to the edge of the bed table and climb down onto the mattress, next to her pillow. Maybe she wants our last night together to be more up close and personal. She’s my goddess after all, I do what she says. I hope she will be my goddess in the afterlife, crushing me for eternity. I deserve that, right? I do...I think I do. I want to deserve that kind of afterlife. Madness can get me I don’t care, all I want is my Kelly to keep haunting me forever. 

I slowly walk on the mattress. I sit and lay down next to her pillow, she wishes me goodnight. I do the same, softly. What a surprising girl, even after all those years, and at the brink of the end of my life, she still has surprises for me.