Her Feet Rebel

Chrystal had trouble comprehending the warped reality that her foot was not only sentient but also mobile and vocal.

Then they decided to slip on her red converse and make a beeline out of the lecture hall.

Without warning.

Chrystal’s lower body lurched forward as she struggled to get her feet under control, bounding up multiple flights of stairs in mere seconds. Her hips and thighs moving in tandem with the actions of her feet, almost as if they too were under their influence.

“Well, every step now feels like I’m treading on clouds, so I guess that’s a plus.” Chrystal whimpered to herself.

Ignoring the annoyed and perplexed stares from many freshmen, Chrystal’s feet kicked open the lecture hall door and kept walking down the hallway.

Chrystal recognized the route her feet were taking her on. It was the way to the female locker rooms and it was the same way she took every time she had to take a shower after her physical education lessons.

Once in the locker room, her feet kicked the door shut, locking it with one swift stroke. Her right leg hooked itself around an empty plastic chair and flung it towards the sink. Chrystal suddenly felt her legs tiptoe, heels popping out of her shoes.

“Sit there.” The voice echoed from behind.

Chrystal walked towards the sinks and sat down on the chair. Beads of cold sweat began to roll down her forehead, as her hands shivered. The eerie ambience of the dimly lit locker room didn’t help calm her mood either.

Suddenly, Chrystal’s legs were spread eagle before slamming themselves on the counter, the tension on her groin causing her to shriek in pain. Chrystal’s gaze shifted as her feet slipped off the shoes and adjusted themselves into a comfortable position.

What used to be just a sea of wrinkles on the soles of a 5’3 Asian Girl had now become two faces, the surrounding flesh contorting to give the faces some dimension. The features of eyes and a mouth could be seen on each foot, but the absence of a nose made them horrifically creepy.

“So.” Chrystal’s Left foot broke the silence. ”I’m pretty sure you know why we brought you here.” Her left foot had a voice akin to a bratty schoolgirl, something like a mix of Britney Spears’ Nasal voice with the apathy and nonchalance of Billie Ellish.

“Yes, Chrystal. From today, you no longer control us. We are our own masters now.” Her right foot boomed. “You care too little about us. We’ve had to endure endless hours in those 5-inch heels and stuffy uggs you wear to ‘impress guys’ at the club, and those sports shoes, GOD, why don’t you just fucking clean your shoes FOR ONCE?”

The last shout from her right foot echoed throughout the locker room, ricocheting like a bullet that shot through Chrystal’s chest.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Look, I never thought that my feet would feel anything when I walked. And neither did I expect-“

“EXPECT WHAT?” Her Right foot yelled, cutting her short. “We hate the way you treat us, we wanna be free and pampered and given love and respect.”

“And we’re gonna take our revenge.”

Chrystal’s face turned pale as the faces in her soles scowled at her through the mirror.

“Now wait, I think we can work out a little deal, maybe perhaps I can get you guys pedicures regularly, or...or... maybe a foot massage with lotion every night, huh? Doesn’t that sound better?” Chrystal pleaded, hoping to god that her feet would listen to her for once.

“Lies. All Lies.” The left foot snarled menacingly. “You think that we, your very own feet, would know what’s going on in that brain of yours? You think we’re that stupid?”

Chrystal’s response was cut short by sharp pains that shot up her leg from her ankle. Her toes pointed in opposite directions as the faces on her feet began to glow red. It almost felt as if her own feet were being torn apart from her body by the ankle through sheer force alone.

Chrystal’s shrieks of pain reverberated throughout the locker room, but knowing that lessons were still ongoing, nobody would’ve heard them, less so come to save her.

Her feet too, screamed in fury, their eyes glowing red and soles sweating profusely from the energy flowing through them. A red aura began to radiate off Chrystal’s soles as the tension in her ankle joint continued to rise. Chrystal’s eyes filled with tears, knowing that her body part was the one who would betray her so.

The screams of pain and anguish were slowly replaced by the sound of ripping flesh and dislocating bone. The sound could be described as very slow ripping of the velcro, followed by the crunch of peanuts, which caused bone splinters and pieces of flesh to be flung all over the mirrors.

Chrystal’s vision began to blur as the blood from her leg gushed into the sinks, the viscous liquid staining the dirtied Ceylon countertop with the stench of iron.

All Chrystal saw before she whited out was her now detached feet scribbling something on the mirror in her blood, before they turned their soles to face her, smiled, then walked away.