A True Tale of Terror

It had been there for 24 days. By next week, it would be over a month. It mocked her as soon as she opened the door. She knew that if she did anything the results could be horrendous. Fear turned into inaction. The longer she waited, the worse it would get, but she was so afraid. How terrible would it be? Would she have the strength to survive? Would it overpower her? She had no idea.

Something must be done. Things could not stay this way. How much longer could she wait? The answer was no. No longer. She must act now. She had no choice. This was something that must be done. Avoiding the problem was an option no longer. Today was the day. Now was the time.

She walked slowly toward the door. Her feet were heavy. She closed her eyes and took in a breath. She slowly lifted her hand to the door and pulled it open. It felt as though it was made of lead. The light shown on her face. She felt the temperature lower around her. She exhaled and looked at it straight on.

It was larger than she remembered. Icy terror began to creep into her veins. She could do this, she told herself. She looked over her shoulder to see that her weapons were in place. Everything was ready. She reached forward and placed her hands on it. She took another deep breath, steeling herself to do what needed to be done.

She had to move quickly. In a fluid movement, she gripped it and pulled it toward her. She took it to the sink and removed the lid. The smell took her breath away. She was momentarily frozen. The odor broke through the haze bringing her back to reality. She poured the leftovers down the sink and threw the switch for the garbage disposal, vowing to never let things get this bad ever again.

It was over for now. There would be other battles, other setbacks, but today, she had triumphed.