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Hi, my name is Sheeta
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 | Aborted [01: Midnight kisses] |
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 4.92 with 12 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-06-28 12:37:22 |
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I stared, stared and stared for mintues on end at the blood stain; remembering... his small purple face, the bulging eye-lids that never opened, they haunted me. His tiny lips only partially open, snot and water oozed out his mouth.
Though they were mere moments, I'll never forget... I saw him, my son, lifeless on the ground.
I tried to move, I found my body complying with my demands. I was shaking all over but I wasn't a statue anymore. My entire body tingled with that needle sensation, I must have been laying for longer than I imagined.
My head was foggy, everything except that image was a blur. Nothing mattered.
I crawled away from the scene, dried blood flaked off my hands. I stopped crawling, something felt wrong. I looked down, the placenta and umbilical cord were wrapped around my left foot. I struggled to untangle myself. With disgust I held up the squishy oozing sack, my fingers were coated in cold, congealed blood. I wanted to fling the horrible thing away, I wanted it to vanish and take my memories with it. Instead I snapped, I don't know exactly what happened but I smeared myself in the blood.
I tried sniffing the placenta, tried to smell him, but I choked...then I tasted it, the musty iron flavor. Pieces of the soft liver like substance dribbled down my chin, I bit into it.
I devoured every morsel of the sack that provided life, could it bring his back, could it save mine?
I remember crawling from the kitchen floor, the umbilical cord sticking out of my mouth. My teeth worked on the chewy flesh, I was frantic, I had lost myself.
I stood up shakily. I was filthy, blood ran down the sides of my arms, it stuck to my neck and my legs. My clothes were beyond style recognition but no one cared.
Where was my mother....where exactly was my child?
I was on a mission, a mission with no end, no reasonable outcome, no future accomplishment except perhaps to loose myself.
I left, as I was, out the front door. Looking for something, looking for anything.
-Thirteen months earlier-
I hadn't planned anything special that night, a Friday night, but apparently someone was. The light voice of my mother interrupted my editing-
"I'm going out tonight, don't have anyone over. Brush and floss your teeth"
"Okay...What time will you be back?"
I sat on my bed, laptop respectively resting on my lap. Picasa opened on windows. I glanced up at my mother, she didn't look bad.
"I don't know, late or early. Be good."
With that she turned, closed my door and after a minute left the house. Our old house, at least a hundred or so years old. Creaky floors and an ant infestation, it seemed even more lonely now.
I didn't know exactly what time she would be back, it was a Friday night after all and I didn't plan to spend it alone.
I sent Jeremy, my boyfriend, a message that I hoped he received.
Half an hour past eleven I had my answer. A tap-tap on my window.
He crawled through.
We spent hours on the floor of my bedroom, in darkness, listening to soft music, laying with each other. Indulging in innocence.
"I love you" the words slipped from my lips.
"I love you too, puppet master." his grip around my body tightened.
"No-no, she's locked away. Far away, inside a box that will never open again."
"Remember that...just don't let her out"
"I won't I promise." I kissed his soft lips frantically, as if I was searching for something.
We lay together, simply holding each other.
"It's my birthday in twenty minutes"
"Happy birthday baby" |
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