Being brought into this world21:46 Dec 10 2010
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Im sure that when adults give birth to a child, they do not intend on the corruption of there mind. They dont always expect thier precious child to become dark and sinister as there days drag on.
I walked in, knowing ahead of time the responce I would recieve. "Why dont you ever knock?!" she yelled at me. Her, beautiful, long, silky black hair falling over her shoulders. Angel is 15, and has a strict, petite, body structure.
"We need to talk."
"About what?" she scolded. Why does she hate me so? I have done nothing but try to raise her to be the perfect daughter.... but it seems the harder I try, the quicker she runs down the wrong path. The darker she becomes.
"Josheph."
"You mean Jesus." I held my breath, why she named her animals as she did was beyond me. Like a sick joke. Then she smiled at me, "What about jesus, mother?"
Lucifer, her blacker than black cat, jumped onto her bed to rest beside her. His bright green eyes glaring at me. She stroked him slowly down the full length of his back.
Josheph and Lucifer were the exact oppisite. Josheph had all snow white hair and big sky blue eyes.
I still havent moved from the door, maybe she had smiled at my obvious sign of weakness. "You know." I said and she chuckled.
"Oh, come one. How long did you believe it would last?"
She was right. First, it began with the small insisions under his belly. Then.... the broken leg.
But, when I found Josheph - Jesus, just laying there stiff in the bathtub... in his own pool of blood. I knew.
I shuddered just from the thought of it.
"Are you going to tell anybody, mother?" she asked in her quiet, innocent, voice.
"I.." was this a threat? What was she thinking in that dark head of hers. Was it possible that she would...... hurt me?
"Because, if you were, you would need to know everything that happened. I would be more than happy to give you all the details, mother." she smiled at me once more. Never revealing her teeth.
This smile used to be sweet and kind... it still was, to anyone other than myself. But I knew the truth.
"I dont want to know." I shook my head slowly, trying to remove the image in my head of my daughter slaughtering her cat in her bathroom.
"I began with his tail, I snipped it right off!" she became brighter, she even giggled a bit as she got caught up in her exitement. I recoiled because I was mortified. "Then, I grabbed his head in my hand" she moved her right hand away from Lucifer and formed her fingers into a position that was horrible to see.
Because I know this was how she did it, this was how she smashed his little furry face into her bathroom floor, breaking it under her palm. When I saw him his head wasnt even round anymore, just flat on the front side. When did she stop?
"and then I-"
"Angel-" she cut me off.
"My name is Angelica, but you know this." there was silence and her expression changed. She was finnished with her story, unless I told her I wanted to hear more. And I never would.
"After all, that is what you named me. Isnt it mother?"
I shook my head. "So why do you insist on calling me by something other? As if you would get a response if you were trying to catch my attention in a crowded room."
"Because, you are my Angel and-"
"Dont. You know as well as I do, and better than anyone else, that I am no angel."
Lucifer began to purr, closing his eyes, but never moving his head from my direction.
What was I to do.....?
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Lullaby
14:48 Dec 11 2010
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