String

Series: PSYCHO-LOGIC (Original)
Rating: Dark Themes (+13)

Word Count: 600 words (3,100 characters)
Last Updated: 8th December, 2025

Tonight, I went shopping. It was easy to get lost in the maze full of wonderful groceries. By the time I dragged the trolley to the cash register, a thin see-through line flowed across my sight.

The origin of the string was attached to my finger. It unwinds and pulls in closer, reaping the seams of my skin as the line strips to my hands, then wrist, and further up. I was about to scream, but it woke me without any blood or injury.

The string stopped its origin point at the pit of my elbow where most nurses would inject their needles into. I couldn't ignore it and poke the flowy string. It didn’t hurt unless I tried to tug it. When I do, it pulls blood veins to trigger my fingertips to twitch to their own accord, like a puppet with strings.

On the other end, the string extends and guides me outside. No one can see it except for me. My elbow pit burns, warning me to follow its direction as the cord couldn't extend any further. I must follow and drop everything I have.

In a flash, I found myself in some kind of fairy nature-ish dream. A giant tree up the hill with clean blue rivers running around and formed a pond. Fresh green grass, and tiny people with wings? It’s a fantasy I don't believe in. As if the fairies read my mind, the sky darkened into a starry night sky and everyone flew away, leaving fireflies as the only source of light. A toad with a red pointed hat fishing on top of a toadstool.

I asked, like Alice to the caterpillar in her adventures of Wonderland, “What’s happening?”

But the toad ignores me, leaving me seeing red. Bloody red strings, sucking my life out of me.

I want to scream before I remember it also happened in Wonderland. It must be a bad dream, right?

On and on, it kept sucking the life out of me and poured out my blood into their once blue pond to a bloodbath. It was too good to be true! Help—! HELP ME—!!

“It’s okay,” a man in a white coat reassures. “We’re just going to take some blood, okay?”

“Y-Yes…” I— no, the little girl in the hospital bed understands. Little did she know that she’ll be sleeping lifeless in front of me.

I wake up with the pit of my left elbow numb all the way down to the tips of my fingers. Faintly, the imaginary white string worms its way back inside my skin.

I don't believe in the red strings of fate. Not even worth sacrificing my blood just to see my soulmate. Besides, who knows if my soulmate is alive to begin with? And is that why the little girl has to die? Because hers was gone?

Eh, whatever.

I forced my heavy body out of the bed and began flossing my teeth. Against my sore and puffy gums, blood drops and sticks to the strings. That reminds me, I hope fairies don’t have a thing for drinking blood or human sacrifices in the mix as I chucked the used floss in the bin. I don’t recall how it happened. I was terrified to witness their ritual when I possessed the little girl in my dream. But waking up from it, it felt surreal… Surreal? Real? No, it’s the most real thing I felt today.

Hmm… must be a sign that I must take better care of my teeth, although it’s not like I need to impress someone with them… I guess…?

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Author's Note: Apologies if anyone is anaemic as I am. Also, there used to be more happening before the beginning, and I made up the second half of the story cuz I woke up earlier. Although, the numbness was real.