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Author Note:
I don’t remember exactly when I wrote this but I know I did it in a short period of time. It all came flowing out, I must be crazy too. Anyway I don’t know where this came from but I’m posting it anyway. I think I was writing a poem that said something about understanding in time and this popped into my head. I hope you like my weird twisted story.
“Wasn’t Michel crying?” a voice from behind me asked. Mother.
“Yes Mother, he was, but he won’t be crying anymore,” I replied without turning.
“What? Did he go back to sleep?” she asked confused.
“You could say that,” I answered. She clearly didn’t understand what needed to be done.
She came closer, next to me. To see into the crib. “What did you do to him, Kate?!” she almost yelled while picking up my baby brother.
“Mother you clearly don’t understand. You will in time, I’m sure of that.” I told her.
She was still checking to see if he had a heart beat or was breathing. Not listening to me of course. How rude. “What did you do to him?!” she yelled this time.
“Mother there’s no need to yell. I was simply looking out for him. You can’t honestly believe he should be living in today world,” I replied calmly.
“You... you... you killed him?” she asked unbelievably.
“I couldn’t live with myself if I let him grow up in this society. Where drugs, drinking and sex is supported,” I informed her.
“Not everyone turns out to believe that. You’re so smart and well educated, you won’t be that way. How could you do this? We would have looked after him together, with your father.”
“You shouldn’t be rude, arguing with me like that. It could be... dangerous. And how am I supposed to trust you anyway? Where’s my father?! Where’s his?! You got drunk and got knocked up. Admit it.” I was getting angry.
“So you suffocated him?”
“Yes I did. He’s better off.”
“How did you get like this?”
“Like what?”
“Crazy, you’re insane!”
“You’ll see in time.”
“No I won’t,” she said, running down the hall, with Michael still in her arms.
I went back to my room and picked up my doll. She told me to. She convinced me this world wasn’t suitable for a child such as Michel. Or even me, but she said I need to be around to save other children. Molly tells me everything I need to know. She’s my best friend. She comforts me when I cry about having no father.
I picked up the phone because Molly told me someone would be on it.
“... Yes I’m sure she needs to go away. I couldn’t possibly understand how she...” I hung up the phones. A mans voice with my mother sobbing in the background.
Molly told me to pack my things; we’re going on a trip.
Ten minutes later I was wearing my warm coat with its matching hat. In one hand I was holding molly and in the other, my suitcase.
A man came into my room telling me I’d be okay and that I’m brave.
“Who are you? Don’t touch me,” I told him as he tried to hug me.
“Kate honey, I’m you’re father.”
“Um, no. Mother got drunk. She doesn’t know who my father is, or Michel’s.”
He sighed. “Then this is for the best.”
Two more men came into my room with a white jacket type thing. I handed one of them my suitcase and I held my hand out to the other. He looked down at me strangely.
“What, aren’t we going? I like to hold hands.”
“Honey can I check your suitcase before you go?” The man who claims to be my father asked. I think I’ll call him ‘Man’.
“If you must,” I replied with an aggravated sigh. Molly knows what to pack.
After a few minutes he handed the man my bag. “You packed well.”
“Of course I did. Molly knows what I need. She also told me to help Michel,” I said lifting the arm holding her.
“I think we better go now Kate,” the man holding my hand said.
“Okay. Will mother be saying goodbye?”
“I don’t think so,” replied Man.
“Okay then. She’ll understand in time, you see.”
The men who walked me to the car never put the white jacket on me. I went willingly.
My thin black hair grew out and stops a few inches above my waist. I’ve grown tall and thin. My eyes are a more vivid green then they’ve ever been and my nose is small and pointed. My lips are full and I have dimples.
Molly is always with me still. I will never leave her; she tells me everything I need to know.
I live in a big room... surrounded with tick clear plastic and glass. Except for one wall which is not clear. That way the people in different white jackets can watch me.
One day they told me I had a visitor. I tidied up for them. I saw my mother for the first time in four years. She looked nervous, but happy. She brought Man that won’t go away and small child around three. Her hair was thin, black and long like mine and mothers. Only her face resembled that of Man.
“Hello mother.”
“Hi, how are you?”
“Quite fine, considering I haven’t seen you in four years.”
“I come, when you’re sleeping.”
“A lot of good that does me,” I said quietly, but loud enough for them to hear.
“I couldn’t talk to you.”
“You couldn’t or you didn’t want to?” She didn’t say anything. “Do you understand now?”
“Kate, you’re here to get better. You’re supposed to be better. It’s been four years we want to take you home.”
“I’m not insane, no one listens. You can take me home.”
“Fine. Don’t get better, and then we can’t take you home.”
“Why did you bring Man. He’s always here.”
“He’s you’re father Kate. You’re father,” she replied desperately.
“No he isn’t. My father knocked you up when you were drunk.”
“Don’t you see this upsets him? You’ve never called him daddy or dad or father. He had to live with you for ten years and you never remembered him. You never said you loved him, never let him hold you, you never aknoledged his presence. Every husband wants a little girl; you never let him have that. Then when he got a son, to play sports with and teach stuff to, you took that away also,” she pleaded.
I ignored her. I watched the girl instead. She looked at me strangely; I must have looked funny to her. Molly says she’s my sister and that her name is Paige. Another product of a drunken night.
I bent down to her level. “Hello Paige.”
She smiled.
“Do you know who your daddy is?” She tugged on the hand of Man who was next to her.
“No sweetie, he’s not. Molly tells me he’s not. Just like he’s not mine or was Michel’s.” She looked confused. Mother and Man were talking, not paying attention to our conversation. “Do you know who Michel was?” She shook her head.
Mother had heard and began to pull Paige away. “Come on Paige, we’re going home.”
She fought. “No mamma, wanna listen.” She put her tiny hand up to the glass.
“Michel was born a little over four years ago, before you. He was mommy’s son. Did you know I’m your sister?”
“No.”
“Michel would have been your older brother. Almost five now. But Molly,” I held her up to the window. Paige put her hand on the spot. “Molly told me to kill him.” She took her hand away, looking scared. “So I did. And you know what? I’ll get you too!” She ran to Man and he picked her up. “I’m only trying to protect her.”
“Don’t listen to Kate. She doesn’t know what she says. She tells fibs. That’s why she’s here. I won’t be bringing you back, maybe when you’re older,” he told her while she cried. The two of them left.
Mother stood there looking at me. “What is wrong with you?”
“You. That’s what s wrong with me. I never had a real dad and neither does Paige, or did Michel. That’s why I did what I did. You brought him to the world with a lie and I wasn’t going to let him live with that. Molly told me I should do the same, but later in life when I make sure that all the other mistakes you make are fixed.”
“Kate! He’s my husband, you’re father! I’ve been married to him for 16 years!”
“No! He’s not! You never loved me enough to tell me the truth.”
“I can’t take this. Goodbye Kate.”
“You’ll understand in time mother.” She turned and left.
So was that weird enough for you? Jeez. Anyways comment please and tell me what you think about it.