Disposable Teens

prologue

prologue

"Can you please state your full name?"

"Harley Anne Jack."

"Your age?"

"Eight years and nine months."

"Thank you. Where is your residence?"

"My what?"

"Where do you live?"

"Forty six Falcombe Drive."

"What suburb?"

"What's a suburb?"

"What town do you live in?"

"I live in Deep Creek."

The officer sighed then looked at the young girl with sympathetic eyes.

"Can you please describe what happened, anything you can remember is useful."

Officer Landy felt pity for the young girl seated in front of him. He had never dealt with such young person, being the sole witness of a double homicide. The girl herself was surprisingly calm,

An effect of shock,

He thought to himself.

"The girl used a knife. She cut poppas throat and stabbed my momma in the chest. She kept yelling at them to help her."

Officer Landy frowned and nodded as he jotted this down in the journal he held. 

"Did you see the offender?"

"Yes."

"Could you please tell me how you know it was a girl?"

"Because I know."

Officer Landy wiped the cold sheen of sweat from the back of his neck.

"Okay then darlin'. Could you please describe the girl you saw?"

"She was about this tall," the girl gestured to her own head. "had green eyes and brown hair in a plait."

The officer looked at her shocked. The pity he had slowly tuned into something uglier.

"Sorry, could you please repeat that?"

"Okay, the girl was this high, and green eyes and brown hair in a plait. She was wearing a yellow top with blue pants. The pants had tiny clouds on them. The girl was missing her front teeth and had a graze on her elbow from falling over in the park with Mally yesterday."

The officer moved cautiously, the sweat building up along his top lip.

"How do you know all this?"

"Because the girl was me." She stated calmly and brought her earlier concealed hand and showed officer Landy the semi-dried blood that caked her fingernails.

Landy froze and reached for his gun in his back pocket, realising that this young girl was anything but innocent.

"Miss, you do realise you just confessed to a homicide. I now have to arrest you. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to a lawyer and one will be provided if you cannot afford one-"

"Oh shut up. I'm thirsty and I want some juice." She girl picked at her nails. 

"What kind of child are you?" He ground out.

Harley Jack met the dull eyes of the officer with her piercing green ones.

"Not one of god, thats for sure."

***

"Sentenced to 9 years at Deep Creek Institute for the Mentally Unstable and Criminally Insane. Retrial on the 24th of August once Harley Anne Jack is a legal adult. Judgement passed." Judge Morris banged his mallet on the slab and a chorus of sighs was echoed across the courtroom.

"Miss Jack, we are set to leave now. If you will follow us." A security officer approached the young girl, who was swinging her feet as she sat on the chair. She jumped off playfully and the officers stepped back as she neared them.

"Let's go then." She smiled cheerfully, to which the officers looked down right terrified. As they escorted her out, journalists and news crews flooded the vicinity but keep back once they saw the young girl herself.

Harley Jack held herself with an air of confidence and arrogance.

"Did you hear what she did?" One officer whispered to the other sitting next to him while they pulled out of the city and approached Deep Creek Institute.

"Offed the parents, right?" He replied and the first officer nodded.

"Heard from Landy himself that he was down right shit-scared by her. Didn't even care, he said." The officer motioned to the young girl sitting across from them, who was handcuffed to her feet and stared uninterested at the floor.

"She's the devil in human form that one." He shivered with disgust. "She deserves all the hell she gets at this the institute."

Harley Jack, who had heard the officers conversation, smiled sadistically and looked up at the fearful officers.

"Quit lookin' attus! You psychotic little bîtch!" The second officer yelled and when Harley continued smiling at him with a lazy smile, he reached across the aisle and went to hit her.

In the last second, Harley caught his index finger in her mouth, biting down on the bone hard and ripping away a chunk of flesh when the officer quickly retraced his hand.

"FÜCK!" He screamed and cradled his mangled finger! "THE LITTLE BÎTCH TRIED TO EAT ME!"

Harley Jack sat there, with blood oozing out of her smiling mouth; the pain, fear and anguish that dowsed the van fuelling her with what she needed to survive.

Blood was her drug.

Pain was her morphine.

Death was her salvage.