Chapter 12: Takidermy

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What the fuck: Biggest understatement of the century. 
    Good job, Dad.

Six's shoulders fell at the sight in front of her. Time seemed to slow to a screeching halt as tears stung in the corners of her vision. It was difficult to breathe.

They divorced.

He said they divorced.

He said they divorced.

he said  they divorced.

Obviously, though, that was untrue.


    Because Six's mother was here. She had always been here. From the moment Six was born to the moment her father lied that they had fallen out of love.

But now the life was gone from her eyes and her skin was stuffed with cotton.
She was dead.
She was dead.
She was dead.
She was dead.
She was dead.

Anger, terror, pain and misery washed out of Six through a torrent of noise that escaped from her windpipe. She screamed and screamed until she could scream no more, falling unto her knees to sob. 
    Mono suddenly appeared at her side, in a state of shock. Gentle hands brought Six back to this cruel, cruel reality with a touch to the shoulder.
     "That's.. That's a PERSON. Six, that's-- Do, er, did you know her..?"
The hurricane of sobbing and shaking afterwards let Mono know the answer was YES.

Cautiously Mono approached the corpse- gently prodding one arm.
There were stitches in it.


She had been taxidermied.








Thump

Thump 

Thump


Someone was coming up the ladder.



"Six?!" her father called.









Johnathan paced the hospital waiting room. He didn't have to wait this long when Asher was born, so-
    "Mr. Forrest? Your wife would like to see you." The doctor chimed. 
And he rushed right past, to see the love of his life and the little yellow bundle in her arms.

"It's a girl." she weakly explained. "Would you like to hold her?"
    And so he did, gentle hands pockmarked with old scars. She'd never have a life like he did. He would do so much better for his beautiful baby. Pale skin and ebony hair stared back at him, gorgeous blue-and-brown eyes glittering under the hospital lights.

"What should we name her?"

"...Six. That's her name... our beautiful little Sixie-Pixie."

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