Outlast fiction: Mrs.Gluskin

Chapter 24 Hey Charlie

~Narrator~

Marie looked at the orange and pink sun rising to meet with the blue wide sky. The colors reminded her of happy memories of when she was in college. Memories of joy, happiness and love were very rare to her, she remembered spending all of them with Josef and her college friends. But when it came to sadness, pain, anger all she can think about was her childhood. The screaming, the crys,
the sound of whips hitting flesh, visions of blood dripping to the floor, thats all she can remember. Josef was the only one who would heal her pain, he was the only one who showed her what true, real love is, without using intercourse (sex) he showed her respect.

"Well your up early, Mrs. Gluskin" a woman's voice answered to Marie. She turned her head only to find Dr. Laura Kendrick sitting across from her, finally resting her tired legs from a busy night shift "Good morning" Marie greeted with a sigh. "What's wrong, Hun? Did you hear the news! You should be happy that you're gonna be a mother" Dr. Kendrick said with a bright smile. Marie looked at her, then back at the window, then back at Laura. "I am happy. It's just that I'm a little scared (she lied)" Marie answered. She looked at the cast neatly wrapped around her broken fingers, she felt feeling at the tips of her fingers as if she can move them. Marie tried but it did not work, it was too painful but they remain stiff. "You have nothing to be scared about, Mrs. Gluskin-" Marie interrupted "Please, just call me Marie" Laura continued "Marie, you have nothing
to be scared about. Pregnancy is the most beautiful thing that has ever happen to a woman. I should know, I went threw it with my Lucy" Laura pulled out a picture of a precious baby girl who look about two years old. She had long dark blonde hair with light green mixed with blue colored eyes and a cute
dimpled smile with cheeks that made you want to squish them. "Shes adorable and so cute" Marie complemented then added "She looks like you"

"Oh, why thank you" Larua replied. Then a beeping sound went off from Larua's back pocket. It was her phone. "Hello?" She answered, Marie heard a male's voice and guessed it was her husband.
"Ok, ok I'll be right there. Alright. I'm coming" Larua quickly pressed ended call on her phone, stood up from her seat. "It was nice talking to you, Marie. But, I have to go. Motherly duties" she chuckled, then left the building.

~Marie~

It was nice talking to Laura, another mom who went through experiences that I will soon face. I think I made a new friend. A mom friend. 'I looked down at my stomach and thought about my baby (our baby) having a child of my own has been my ultimate dream for the longest time. Since I was little girl and didn't receive that warm family-loving feeling, instead I got physical and mental abuse from teachers, who didn't give one shit about me. I always thought since no family wanted to adopt me or except me, my plan was to work really, really hard and create my own family. That plan didn't work out, since I'm sitting here in a fucking hospital, I'm 42 years old and just now getting pregnant. What the fuck am I doing with my life?! Oh and guess what's the best fucking news of all. The "baby-daddy" is none other than some crazy, insane psychopath who I know very little about and have just met!'

(Then I realized I was screaming at myself inside my own head)

I buried my face in to my hands, having no clue what to do. Suddenly, I began to have a flashback from my lost memory. Fantasy flickered reality like a light switch, turning off and on, off and on until finally fantasy remained on and reality off. There was this little girl with beautiful golden-brown eyes, wearing a short ragged, black dress with sleeves that came up to her elbows, she had little bruises on her arms and legs. You can easily tell that this poor little girl went threw hell, yet she tried to hide all the pain behind a crooked smile. Then I see this girl with flowing blonde hair with eyes the color clouds mixed with the sky. She seemed so innocent, not a single mark on her body. They were both wearing the same thing. The area that they were playing in was surrounded by all sorts of brightly coloured flowers blooming to show off their beauty to the sun, it was spring time. The golden-eyed girl and the blonde girl looked at each other as if their friendship was endless. When the golden-eyed girl gently placed her lips on the girl's cheek, chaos had begun. Out of blue, came a tall, strict cold woman, wearing solid black and a round bun. "Sinner!" She scolded, with her pointy long claws she separated the both of them. "Noooo! Maria!" The little blonde girl scream calling out to the golden-eyed girl, being taken away and put in to a dark room, where she was stripped to nothing and beaten till blood was spilled. They beaten her till she can no longer hide her pain behind a crooked smile. That golden-eyed girl was me and I was only eight years old. At a very young age I had a liking to girls and boys. The teachers didn't like that, They wanted to turn my full attention to boys only. So they tortured me till I gave in.