Jerome, AZ
September 24th, 2018
21:06:32

Vonda's POV

Yep. You read that last chapter right. I turned into a fucking slime. Naturally, I freaked out.

First of all, not having bones or anything other than goo for a body makes a person significantly shorter. I was now just a liquified pile of gel sitting on the floor like a piece of hookah-scented snot, probably not more than 8 inches high. Sure, I was short before, but not that short. Jonathan seemed like a giant in comparison, and when he leaned close to me I almost peed myself. That is, if I still had organs or the ability to pee. Instead, I just sat there, frozen in shock.

Secondly, it's hard adjusting to a body with no limbs. In my panic, I willed myself to make it to the other side of the cell, and, somehow, I did. I slid across the concrete like ice, without even leaving a trail behind. Moments later, Jonathan put his hand where I'd been sitting and then scrambled to find me. At that moment I realized that, although it was pitch black, I'd been able to see this whole time. That spawned another strange thought - if I didn't have eyes, how was I seeing?

I pushed those thoughts aside as Jonathan came closer, crawling on his hands and legs, looking for me. I was cornered. I didn't want to see what would happen if someone squished me. I willed myself to back up against the wall as much as possible, until every inch of me was touching it. Then I let go of the ground.

Surprisingly, I held, I didn't fall. I willed myself up the wall, and it worked. I smoothly crawled up like I had on the ground below until I reached the ceiling. Curious, I tried the same there. Hanging upside down - I think? I wasn't really sure what part of me was up and what was down - I suctioned against the ceiling to keep from falling and crawled like a slug, but faster. Soon I was in the center of the ceiling, hanging like a chandelier. I gazed down at Jonathan, who'd stopped searching for me.

He slid down the wall in defeat, bringing his hands to his face. I swear I even saw a teardrop. I couldn't bear the sight of it. I let go of the ceiling and drop to the floor with a SPLAT. It probably would have hurt if I wasn't a ball of slime and all. Pieces of me were scattered all over the place, and I could see out of each one.

Can I bring them back? Can I control them? I felt like I had an individual consciousness in each one, all connected. I don't know how to describe it, but I felt powerful. I felt like, for once, I was in control of my own being. That I had abilities nobody else had. If these were my powers, not inverting pickles, then that made this the best fucking birthday ever.

I controlled every single drop of me at the same time, commanding them to amass in a ball in the center of the room. Each piece that had splattered came back to me, slithering across the floor until I was a full ball of slime again. I looked at Jonathan, who hadn't seen much but certainly heard my graceful landing. His mouth was agape, and he looked like he might cry. I tried to open my mouth to tell him that I was ok, but I didn't have a mouth. I couldn't talk or make a sound. Whoop-de-doo.

I slithered over to Jonathan, still afraid what might happen if I touched him but wanting to be near him. My heart ached for him, for his pain. A million thoughts raced through my gooey head but they all shared the same goal - I had to get back to him. I had to be human again. I just wasn't sure how.