Rain splatters the window. The room is dark. A broken wine glass in the corner of the room. The expensive furnishings are covered in white tarp. Replicated statues from century's past. Small feet tiptoe into the room. Bare feet make little noise. A little dolly in hand, she reaches for the tarp on one figure.
"Mommy never lets us in this room, Lucy Lu!" she whispers so blissfully. But Mommy never lets her do many things. Mommy wasn't always nice. But still, she loved Mommy.
Time to wake up.
You've slept in again, we want to wake up.
I'm awake now, are we happy?
Yes.
Yes.
Where am I? Am I bleeding?
No it's your parent's blood.
My parents?!
We killed them remember?
I killed them.
You killed them? No! Mama, wake up! Papa!
They are dead.
I killed them. It was what you wanted.
No! I never wanted this!
You said you did, many times. They were annoying.
They abandoned you. They left you at The Place.
You said you'd never forgive them.
No! I said that but They brought me back, they said they were sorry! I was happy here
with them!
But you weren't happy at The Place. They left you ther
"Happy birthday, Noah!"
"You're double digits now, son! The big one-O!"
The blue and white icing on the cupcake held up the candles that read: 10. I simply stared at it. My parent's smiles didn't waver as they handed me the cupcake. Father brought over three gifts and a bouquet of blue and white balloons. My favorite colors.
The first gift was a book. A journal. I flipped through the empty pages and felt the leather bound casing. "It's for you to write in," said Mother. "You can write about what you did each day, who you met, what you felt and saw. I thought you'd like that, honey."
I nodded. Interesting. I could practice my sp