DEATH GRIP OF A BABY
Mmm, my new story. Posted it on Gaia. People like it. They want me to write more. I have written a little bit more.
Bleh.
PROLOGUE:
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Ghosts, ghosts that haunted her.
She shivered, making sure her blanket was pulled securely around her thin body.
“You ready to eat?”
She glanced up, her eyes wide in fear.
“Calm down…” the nurse stated softly, before looking back at the younger nurse behind her.
She only knew the one nurse, Nurse Hetchuson. The other one was new, yes. So she didn’t know her.
“She tends to get frightened easily, poor thing. Doesn’t speak much, either. Although she spoke quite a lot when she first got here…- though that was more screamin’ then anything.” Nurse Hetchuson clicked her tongue sympathetically, “Now she just sits there, shivering. Wonder what she thinks about…”
I bet you do… she thought, But, if you knew, your head would explode, I bet…
“What’s her name?” the younger, newer, nurse asked, handing over a steaming bowl of soup.
“Clara Jechtson. Open up, sweetie.”
Clara obediently opened her mouth and let the hot soup slide down her throat, it warmed her a little bit. But, she still shivered.
“Wasn’t she in the papers?” The nurse asked curiously, “Wasn’t she framed for all those horrible murders?”
“Ayuh.” the elder nurse nodded and set the bowl down and looked at the younger nurse, “But, and this is just between you and me, I don’t think she did it…” she nodded firmly before picking up the bowl and resumed her careful feeding of Clara.
They were gone now, and she was alone.
She was sitting next to her barred window, the moon looking down at her, it’s white light making her look even paler.
She didn’t like the moon.
The door opened and she looked over, fear rising up into her chest like it had done so many times before.
“It’s alright Ms. Clara, it’s just me, Nurse Deidre…”
It was the nurse from earlier, her form barely visible in what little light that had managed to seep in.
Clara shivered, and nodded slightly, “R-right…” she said softly.
Deidre slowly walked up, her clipboard in hand, “I’m only checking up on you…” she said softly, “After that you can go back to sleep, okay?”
Clara looked at her wearily, “I don’t sleep…” she mumbled.
“Why not?”
She shrugged, “What’s the point of sleeping? I sleep, I get haunted, I stay awake - I am still forced to endure the constant hauntings of the ghosts.” she pulled her blanket closer around her.
“I…”
“Do you want to hear my story? Please say you do, I want to get it out of me.”
Deidre paused for a moment before speaking, “A-alright, just let me go put up my clipboard, okay? Then I’ll be right back…” the young nurse quickly left, leaving Clara to sit and think over her decision.
“…Is this the right thing to do?” she whispered, looking up at the moon, “She seems like the right person to tell…and I’m so tired. I need to tell someone before I can go to sleep again…” she gave a soft sigh just as the door opened and Deidre re-entered, a sweater clutched in her hands.
“Alright,” she said softly, pulling up a chair, “I’m ready…” she sat down, and wiped her sweaty palms on her lap, then pulled her sweater on.
Clara nodded and looked over at her, then began to speak.
“My name…is Clara, I’m 34 years old…and, I’m so very tired, Ms. Deidre. I’ve never told anyone my story before, no one had the sense to listen…but you-” she pointed a weak finger at the younger woman, “You seem like the right person, the type of person who listens, and doesn’t just hear things.”
And so, began the story Deidre never thought she’d be able to hear…
CHAPTER ONE:
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All the people I ever loved, or liked…all my friends, family.
They’re all dead.
I am not ashamed to say that they were killed by own hand. But, do know this Ms. Deidre - it may have been my hand that killed them - but it was not my will.
Do you understand that? You do? Good, because otherwise I’d have to tell you to leave.
My story begins when I was seventeen.
Young…carefree…
And pregnant.
Yes, I was going to have a child at the ripe age of 17.
My parents were understanding - as I expected them to be, as they had had me when they were seventeen.
Despite my eagerness at the fact I was to be a mother, there was still an uneasy feeling about the child that was growing within me.
But, the feeling of love that a soon-to-be-mother has, overpowered the uneasiness, until it was far too late.
Part of this uneasiness I’m sure came from the fact I didn’t know who the father was. So far as I knew, I was still a virgin, but this did not bother me - as I said before, the feeling of love I had overpowered and doubts in my mind.
Yes, I was such a foolish young girl, and I regret deeply on not acting upon my gut feelings.
It was a rainy day when I told them, I had just gotten home from school and my mother had just set the table and was pulling dinner out of the oven.
“I’ve got news.” I said, taking off my coat and hanging it up.
I had actually found out I was to have a child a week earlier, but fear had kept it back until now.
“Really?” my mother said, not really paying attention as she diced tomatoes for the salad, “Well, tell us after dinner, alright sweetheart?”
“But mom-” I protested, sitting down, my fists clenched, “It’s rather important.”
“If it’s important, don’t you think your father should be here as well?”
I sighed, knowing she was right, but still wanting to tell her. To tell anyone.
After dinner, as we all sat in the living room, my mother reading, my father watching the news, (I was sitting in the old rocking chair, my fingers shaking.)
“Momma, Daddy…”
They both glanced up, looking at me expectantly.
“I-I’m pregnant.”
They looked at me, surprise etched over their faces.
And then, they immediately began to hug me, kiss me,
“Oh sweetie, how did it happen?”
I couldn’t answer, because I didn’t know.
“Do you still love me?” I asked timidly.
They nodded, and both hugged me tightly…and I began to cry out of happiness.
And so, I was allowed to continue living at home. We had always had a spare room, and it had always been used for when we had guests stay the night. Together, my mother and I began to slowly redo it into a nursery. Things went along well, until about my third month of pregnancy.
And that’s when the dreams began to happen.
Oh, what I’m saying, they weren’t dreams.
They were nightmares. Nightmares that had me waking up in the dead of night, screaming for help.
A man would be standing in front of me, a large smile on his face, (and now as I’m remembering - he reminded me of the Cheshire Cat.).
“Care to dance, mother?” he’d ask, that same smile etched on his face.
I’d shake my head, “Why’d you call me mother?” I’d inquire, covering my belly protectively.
“Don’t you know?” he’d say, inching closer to me, “Mother?”
I’d shake my head, stepping back as he got closer, and closer…
“Really mother, you’re smarter then that…”
By then, he’d be right in front of me, and I could smell him…an ugly smell that I can still smell even now.
He’d reach a hand out, and lightly touch my belly, all the while still smiling that horrible smile…
“Can’t you see it, mother dearest?”
I’d stand there, shivering,
“I’m your lovely child…”
I’d scream, because I didn’t want this…this man to be my child. Maybe, it was his smile…a smile that made me cringe.
He’d smack me, and I’d fall, weeping.
He’d lean down next to me and whisper, “Do as I wish, mother…be my link to the world until I am born. Kill all who oppose me, those who are not…pure.”
I’d stare at him, horrified.
“Why me…?”
He’d laugh, and lay on a hand on my shoulder, “Why not you? Do as I say, I’d rather not force you…”
…and so, I’d awake, crying and screaming.
And in the end, I did nothing. Why should I? They were simply dreams, and they’d pass in time.
Or so, I thought…and hoped.
END CHAPTER 1
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Shey’s gone. Forever. I’m glad. Me and Duo are living with Grandma and Uncle. Yay.
Hrm, been working on character designs for Duo and I’s MMO. =D Fun, fun.
Got FFXII. Mmm, Balthier. =D Thank god he is not a pervert. I’d have to bitchslap myself.
SELPHIE’S LIST OF PERVERTS SHE LIKES:
Dr. Frank-n-Furter
Kisuke
Jiriaya
Shigure
That’s all I can think of…>.>;
Grandma got me lots new art supplies. I <3 them.
And now, a closing picture offff, <%image(20070101-fuckyeahgirls.gif|100|70|FUCK YEA GIRLZ!)%>
of something.
but it’s funny.
FUCK. YEA. GIRLZ!
Off to IRC~!
-Selph
