POLLUTING

全身不能動彈。

她很確定她是醒著，知道自己躺在一張靠牆的單人床上，白色的床單搭配著一條深橘色的毯子。薄弱的毯子塌在她身上，絲毫沒有一般羽毛被來的鬆軟及附有安全感，她瞧著自己癱瘓的身軀，全身上下只剩下眼睛還能移動，無助的東張西望著。

喊也沒有用，掙扎也沒有用，但她還是忍不住嘗試著解脫，只是空氣似乎把她的力氣都給吸收了，只許她曝露於房間的角落，連伸手遮掩都無法，就這樣僵著，只有她電腦播放的輕音樂還在盡責的填滿空間，優美的旋律一拍一拍的走，聽不見任何恐懼。

吉他最後的合玄輕巧的刷靜，化成圓滿的死寂，這微小但突然的變化終於喚醒了她，頭抽了一下隨著眼睛也睜了開，側睡的她臉正面對著洗手抬，那兒披了一條粉紅色的毛巾，因隨意的一掛而產生了不規則的皺摺及層次，此時正形成了一張長而醜陋的臉，嘴從臉頰裂開來笑著，卻沒有任何表情。她呆了半晌，便立刻把頭撇開轉正，正前方是一扇穿著鮮紅色簾子的大窗，早晨的陽光透過窗簾照耀進來使得那紅色若隱若現，更加立體生動，像極了一顆隨時都要滴出水的蘋果，只是此時看來那怎麼樣都是血，一顆滴著血的紅蘋果。

房間裡的每一盞燈都已開了一整夜，連同隨後而到的陽光陪伴著她，但亮的也好，暗的也好，她的視線都充滿了血，血從窗外湧入了她的寢室，形成了一片海包圍著她，浪花不停拍打著她的床單，嘩啦嘩啦的濺了她滿身斑斑點點的血幘，她卻又不能移動了，那些血珠子輕輕的灑向她的臉頰，輕輕的，鹹鹹的，就像午後的毛毛雨，她這樣告訴著自己，閉起了眼睛，而我只是忘了帶傘。

stationary.

she was sure she was awake, and that she was lying on a single bed against the wall. the white bed sheets went along with a dark orange throw. the thinly-made throw fell against her body and offered no sense of plumpness or security like feather comforters. she peered down at her paralyzed body. her eyes, the only things she could move now, wandered around helplessly. 

there was no use to scream, and no use to struggle, but she couldn't help but try. It's just that the air seemed to absorb all her energy, and left her bare against the corner of the room. Couldn't even cover herself with her hands- she remained stiff. only the music left playing from her computer was filling up the space responsibly; without any sense of fright, the beautiful tune trailed rhythmically, beat by beat. 

the last chord on the guitar delicately strummed to an end, leaving a satisfactory dead silence. this minute yet sudden change finally awoke her, and her eyes stared wide open upon the twitch of her head. sleeping on her side, she was facing the sink directly. a pink towel was messily hung on a rack and created wrinkles and layers, of which formed a long and obscene face. its mouth cracked open from its ears laughing, yet without any expression. she blanked for a while, then immediately positioned her head to face the front. there was a big window dressed in brilliant red curtains ahead. the morning sun shined through the drapes, and made the crimson vary in translucence, appearing even more lively and dimensional. like an apple about to drip, except at that moment it could only look like blood. a blood-dripping red apple.

all the lights in her room have been up the whole night, accompanying her along with the tardy sun. but no matter how bright or dark it was, her whole vision was filled with sights of blood. it poured into her room from the windowsill and formed a mass of sea surrounding her. the waves rolled in and tapped her bed sheets endlessly, spraying her whole body with stains and spots. she found herself unable to move again. the droplets softly splashed towards her cheeks- gently, saltily, just like a drizzle of rain in the afternoon, she told herself that while closing her eyes, and i just forgot my umbrella.