Soft in my teeth.
I squish you,
Your green innards.
Soft in my teeth.
I squish you,
Your green innards.
"State your name for us."
"And how old are you, Sarah?"
"Forty-three. But hopefully you wouldn't know it," the frail woman said with a nervous chuckle.
"And why are you here, Sarah?"
"I'm here to talk about my daughter, Leilani."
"Start when you're ready."
The woman shifted slowly in her seat and rubbed her hands together. A few seconds passed before she smiled nervously. "Where should I begin?"
"Um," the young voice behind the camera murmured, "How about her birth?"
The woman chuckled. "She was an interesting baby. I actually didn't have her. She appeared on my doorstep about a year after my incident."
"Can you specify the incident?"
The woman's smile faded. "Do I have to?"
"Please, Mrs. Weinsmith. It will give us insight into this."
"Well, the September before she came, I had been... um... abducted by aliens." She paused to scratch her ear. "I was walking along the street when I was blinded by a bright light. I thought it was a car with its brights on but it got so bright that my corneas felt like they were bleeding and then, I opened my eyes and I was in a room and-"
"It's okay, ma'am. Take your time."
"There's not much to say after that. I couldn't see them, but I could hear them. Rather nice I guess. They were quite nice about everything. Nothing too strenuous. Then, they put me to sleep and I woke up screaming."
"Were you pregnant?"
Her brow deepened. "No. I got pregnant about six months later. I had been doing amazing. My husband and I were excellent. Talking more, active, we'd even gotten a puppy."
"So when did Leilani get in the picture?"
"I was six months pregnant and going to get the paper. Weird I know, with all of the technology that I was still getting the paper, but I still believe in print. I went out and there was a little bundle of blankets. And there she was. My baby."
Tears began to stream down the woman's face. "Would you like to-"
"She had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. I loved them. That was my favorite part. It was like she looked like me. But, I didn't ever think..."
"Maybe we should-"
"I remember thinking 'Who in the hell would just abandon this cutie?' and I knew right then I had to take her. So I did. I took care of her and bathed her and named her and everything. My husband and I loved her. So much that we didn't even mind that we'd end up raising two babies at the same time."
"Yes. But our son was stillborn. We named him Tyler, after his dead uncle, and we buried him. I think we definitely would have been depressed without her. But Leilani still need us, so we got through it. And when Misti came two years later, of course we were scared of another miscarriage but we also knew Leilani would still need us."
"So, the pregnancy?"
"It was great. Misti was born and healthy with no complications and we had our life and our girls and everything was great."
"So when did things change?"
"Her third week of kindergarten. I got the call from her teacher, frantically telling me to go to the school, so I got Misti ready and went there. Leilani was in the principal's office, and I noticed her arms and legs were tied to the chair. When the teacher came out, I was furious. I was yelling and cursing because I couldn't understand why my daughter was tied up in a chair like an animal. The teacher begged me to just come inside and talk to her in the office so I left Misti with Leilani and went in the office. There was a TV. And my daughter was standing there getting taunted by a little boy. And all of a sudden, the swing started to shake uncontrollably and it flew and hit the little boy. Nearly crushed him. She was blaming Leilani, screaming and carrying on and she said I had a choice. I could either get my daughter some help or she was calling the police."
"What did you choose?"
"I kept her home for a while. But, then she hurt Misti and I couldn't have that so I called the authorities." The woman broke down in sobs so violent she fell off of her chair. "I didn't want to hurt my daughter. I just thought that if she kept that up my baby would die!"
"Turn the camera off!" a deeper voice commanded.
The picture went off and I was staring at nothing. Tears were rolling down my face. I didn't remember hurting Misti, just the men coming and grabbing me while I screamed that I hated them and I hoped they'd died. I didn't remember what happened next. Manila placed her hand on my shoulder. "You see why we have to do this now? Somewhere, that woman is waiting for you, hoping you're okay."
"She hates me..." I stammered through my tears. "I wished death on her. I almost killed my sister."
Manila hugged me and kissed my forehead. "We have to leave. You know it. I'm sure she loves you. I mean no one cries like that over someone they hate. Do you sob about Emilia like that?"
"No way," I grumbled with a chuckle.
"Alright then. Get your stuff. We're going to get you back to that woman."
At least if it's empty I won't feel a thing.
He looked at her, taken aback. His young wife he'd won in a card game stood before him, looking him in the eyes. Though he had blackened them many times, he hadn't looked in her eyes in the ten months they'd been together. They were blue and tears were clouding them. He didn't even know Indian women had blue eyes. Behind him, he could see his daughter staring at him from her aunt's arms. She had his thin nose and his broad forehead which was muddled with wisps of hair stuck to her face. She was sucking her thumb, watching him. He couldn't believe he had tried to make her get rid of her. She was the best thing that he had ever done and he wanted her dead.
"What's her name?" he murmured.
"Our daughter. What's her name?"
"Anjali," his sister replied.
He tried to say it, stumbling miserably. "Pretty," he whispered. "May I hold her?"
"No!" Sammi screamed, pushing him outside. "You may never come near me or these kids ever again!"
Before he could say anything, the door had slammed on him. He couldn't blame her. They all had suffered his abuse for years. He knew they couldn't invite a man who destroyed everything he touched into that baby's life. He'd kill her. He walked back to his truck and reached in the glove compartment. There was a pistol, which he pulled out and loaded, along with a notebook. He knew what he had to do. Ten minutes later, the police would be called, stating they'd just heard gun shots. but it would be too late. London Parker would be dead.
I didn't know it could happen to us until I saw him. He lie with his cheek against the cold porcelain of the toilet, propped up by a pencil thin arm. He looked like a victim of the Holocaust. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he collapsed. My heart, aching at the sight of him, forced me to pull him into my arms. He smelled like sadness. I carried him out of the boys locker room and into the coach's office, yelling the whole way. I could feel his heartbeat through his ribs. I could hear his raspy breathing slowing. He didn't have much time left. Coach got a hold of the ambulance as he went limp in my arms. They said I saved his life and I was a hero, but I'm not. Right before he was out, he whispered, "Please just let me die."
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Listening to the tale
My darling guttersnipe,
I'd rather rip my beating heart out
While watching a Twilight marathon
And smelling stinky cheese,
All while in the car with seven
Extremely old people with gas
Who are constantly driving around in circles
On account of their Alzheimer's
While we look for Germany in Germany,
Than take you to prom.
1 - You can't sneeze without blinking. I've already tried. Numerous times.
2 - Sex for preying mantises sucks. Especially for the males. This is because the females tear the males heads off.
3 - A group of rat is called a mischief.
4 - Elephants are the only animal that can't jump.
5 - The First man to survive going over the Niagara Falls later died from slipping on an orange peel.