Irrelevant Misery

Chapter 2

Molly screamed, ducking away from Jeff as the....plastic knife impailed her pillow......Plastic knife? Confused, Molly peeked over the edge of her bed, seeing none other than her little brother, Ethan, his stupid Smiley mask covering his face. "Man Molly, I scared you good! Your face was all like 'Oh no, I'm gonna die'," Ethan laughed, his blonde hair shaking as he laughed. Molly growled and climbed back onto her bed, saying, "Keep laughing and your pretty blue eyes will be shoved into the back of your skull." Ethan's laughter stopped as he took his mask off, his eyes wide. "Mom wants to know what kind of drink that is in your container, because you left it out last night and it's starting to smell," he said, staring Molly down.

Jumping off of her bed and running down the hall, she fell down the stairs in a pile of fuzzy pajamas and landed at the bottom with a thud that echoed around the house. When she stood up, she slowly walked to the kitchen, seeing her drink container on the counter with the blood in it. She left it out?!? She could have sworn she put it in the mini-fridge in her room. She rushed to grab the container, stumbling over Felitia, her mom's cat. The cat jumped up, hissing at Molly before running off. Molly ignored it and grabbed the container, wrapping it up in her pajama shirt before slowly going back up the stairs. Ethan, who was making his way downstairs, stared at Molly in confusion. "Molly," he said quietly, "your eyes are purple." Molly jumped a bit, not realizing she was already starting to crave blood again. Thinking fast, she responded, "I got some cool new contacts!" She sighed inwardly as Ethan smiled, accepting her excuse without a second thought.

That was close, Molly thought to herself, pressing against the wall as Ethan continued his journey downstairs. Once Ethan was out of sight, she continued to her room, throwing the blood into her fridge and slamming the door closed.

~Time Skip to Next Day at School~

Molly trudged into school, her bottle of blood clutched tightly in her hand. Since she didn't drink any of the blood at all this morning, she had to bring it with her to school. Otherwise she would go crazy and attack someone at school, exposing her secret of bloodlust to the school. All was going well, until Clarissa, the school's bitch, decided to  try and knock the blood out of Molly's hands. "Well what kind of drink do you have here?" she asked, her wicked smile a bit too garish for Molly's eyes. She was pretty sure Clarissa didn't have teeth, but LED flashlights instead. Matched her gold hair and emerald eyes.

"It's a drink," Molly said bluntly, trying to shimmy her way past Clarissa only for Clarissa to take the bottle of blood away. She opened it, sniffing at it a bit. "I wouldn't drink that," Molly said quickly, "it would stain those teeth of yours. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?" Clarissa's eyes widen, and Molly knows she said the right thing. Clarissa narrowed her eyes, growling, "What kind of freak drinks something that would stain their teeth?!?"

Molly smiled, saying slowly, "The kind that don't give a fuck what others think about them." On that note, she walked off a huge grin on her face. Above her head the tardy bell rang, and any student still wandering the halls began running towards their classes. Including Molly, her bottle clutched in her hands.

The mother pulled out of the driveway, hearing a car horn blaring. She slammed on the brakes, but her tires slid on the ice beneath them, allowing her car to slide into the road. The car that had honked smashed into the mother's car, the weak metal frame easily bending under the impact. From the way the cars hit, it sent the mother's car spinning in circles, getting closer and closer to the wooden barrier that separated the road from the hill leading down to the river. With a loud snapping sound, the barrier broke, sending the mother's car hurtling down the hill. It tumbled down, towards the icy cold water near the bottom. Over and over it tumbled. As the car continued to roll, the windows broke, and one of the babies had found their way out of the window through the tumbling, landing safely on the snowy grass.

With a tremendous splash, the car fell into the river. In one last final struggle to save her child, the mother lift the basket up, the other baby still safe inside. Setting it on the surface of the water, she watched it float away. Her babies were safe. That's all that mattered to her now. She felt the cold water surround her slowly, numbing her body with its icy fingers, pulling her into the frozen black abyss. Back on the shore, the driver of the other car rushed out, searching for the car he had hit. "Is that other driver alright, John?" he heard his wife say from the passenger seat, sounding as worried as he felt. "How about Lilly," he answered, concerned about his newborn's wellbeing, "is she okay?" His wife nodded, and the man felt relieved. As he was headed back to the car, he heard the soft crying of a baby from down the hill.

He went to check it out, seeing a baby girl wrapped up in a blanket, a knit hat on her head. All around her were path marks in the snow and chunks carved from the earth, in the exact place the car had fallen. He saw that the paths went all the way into the water, and the car itself was nowhere to be seen. Picking up the bundle gently, he made a soft humming noise, immediately calming the young baby girl. He looked around, trying to find any signs that the mother made it out of the car in time. There were none to be seen. Holding the baby close to him to keep her warm, he headed back to his car. The wife saw him carrying the baby, and covered her mouth, tears in her eyes. Leaning down into the driver's seat, he said to his wife, "The car went into the river, I can't find the mother. I'm afraid she didn't make it, Alexis." She nodded understandingly, wiping her eyes and holding her arms out to take the baby.

John passed the baby over to his wife, sitting in the drivers seat and restarting the car. Their car suffered very little damage in the accident, so they were still able to drive it. Alexis held the baby gently, saying, "She's so tiny, John. What are we going to do with her?" "We're going to raise her," he said bluntly, "It's the least we can do after getting the mother killed." Alexis nodded, looking down at the baby girl to see a name embroidered onto the hat. "Her name's Molly," the wife said, smiling at the baby girl. John looked over at her, confused as he said, "What makes you say that?" "The name on her hat," she said, laughing a bit as the baby stuck her tongue out. "Well Molly," John laughed, smiling as well, "Welcome to the family."

Neither John or Alexis, however, noticed the other hat clutched in Molly's chubby baby hand. It was the hat that belonged to her sister, having pulled it off in an infant's attempt to stay in the car. Like Molly's hat, this hat had a name embroidered on it as well. Katia, the hat read, stitched in a dark blue fabric. That was the name of Molly's twin; Katia. And as the car drove away, Katia stayed in her basket, floating down the river, no one able to hear her cries as she drifted away on the shimmering blanket of frozen stars.

(((((Here's Chapter 2, for the very few of you reading this. In this update, there's a bit more on what happens to the mother and her two babies, and what happened. Tada, all better! Now you know! Please someone comment, or I'll entirely completely forget about this story! Like I already did before now! Please don't be a silent reader!)))))