Chapter 5 The Dame

On her way back to school from the slaughterhouse, Rahel got intercepted by her teacher, when she was about to step into the empty classroom. Her teacher was mad because she had never seen such an uneducable kid.

“You better explain yourself, young lady! When I get back from the restroom, you also better explain why there are only doodles but not a single correct answer on your test sheet.” Said the teacher, slanging down a pile of test sheets.

“As if being special was a mistake, but they all tell us to be ourselves.” Said Rahel.

“It is just another universal lie, my child. Society is established by lies. They never really accept those who are different. Even if they do, it is just to make themselves feel like they have a big heart.” Said the lamb head.

“Yeah, but the nastiest thing is that they tried to let us believe we can really be ourselves, however, it simply isn’t like that.” Said Rahel.

“Indeed, they are either afraid of nonconformism or paranoid about being normal. Say, you like drawing, don’t you?” Said the lamb head, looking at the test sheet full of doodles.

“Yeah, it’s probably the only thing that I enjoy doing.” Said Rahel.

“Have you ever tried something bigger than doodling on a test sheet? For example, some mixed media artwork?” Asked the lamb head.

“No, but I would love to try!” Said Rahel.

“Then grab some glow and paper. Let’s get started.” Said the lamb head.

Rahel entered the art classroom to get all the tools that she needed. There were acrylics, crayons, ropes, googly eyes, rainbow papers, scissors, utility knives, etc.

“Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?

Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full

One for the master and one for—”  Sang Rahel while slowly walking to the restroom with two handfuls of art tools.

She entered the restroom and walked to the light switch button.

“Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?

Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full

One for the master and ONE FOR THE DAME!!”  Sang Rahel

The lights went out, followed by long and horrible screaming. Just a couple of hours later, the light went back. Rahel’s teacher’s dead body was opened up from the center, hanging from the ceiling. Her intestines were spreaded and hung like birthday banners. All of her organs, legs and hands were hung up like crib mobiles for babies. The big and round eyeballs that hang over the water-tap looked like two shiny baubles. The wind chimes that made out of her bones played a sweet crystal melody when the breeze blew by from the rusty little window on the top. Every piece of tile and mirror in the restroom was covered in blood-red.

“This masterpiece surely costs more than an arm and a leg!” Said Rahel.