Life and Death have been in love for longer then we have words to describe . Life sends countless gifts to Death and Death keeps them forever.Even though they are two very different beings of nature they were simply infatuated with each other. So on...
Eight years ago, I was eight years old and I was like everyone else, more or less - mostly less . I had a mommy, a daddy , and a granny, May Bella . We moved around a lot due to my parents job - I didn't know exactly what they actually did for a living ,all I know is that it's very important business. Usually my parents would be gone months on in so it would just be Granny , "Them", and I .
So we moved from our last location, which was my mommy's home country in Russia, all the way to America into my daddy's childhood home in Louisiana. When we first arrived at our new home mommy said this would our last move and that "they" will never bother me here . The house was very different from the places we use to live in it was big and bright yellow . Granny said that this house is the" epitome of southern living ". The house was pastel yellow with white gables that complemented the white picked fence .
"Well oh my stars it hasn't chanced a bit "! Granny got out the car and rushed over to the house in a lively manner .
Mommy and daddy looked back at me and smiled. I adjusted my vale and made my way across the street with mommy when we were soon cut off by this woman. She was short and stocked with short brown hair with a cat like facial structure .
"Hi, my name is Sara Skinner and on behalf of the neighborhood I would like to say welcome ". The woman was holding a pie in one and a binder that had "Welcome to Broussard Lafayette Parish" on it .Her voice was high and her smile was plastered on her face . It seemed like she practice this meeting in the mirror long before we arrived .
"Thank you, please excuse my accent . My name is Rachel and this is my daughter Belladonna" . Mommy had a thick Russian accent that made it hard for people to understand her but she always get her point across .
"Is that a Russian accent" ? Her voice gotten even higher when she heard mommy voice for the first time . She handed me the pie and binder ,and stood in enlightenment .
"Yes, it is I'm from Moscow ".
"Well, welcome comrade" .
"I know we just met ,but would you and your family like to have dinner "? Mommy was smiling on the outside ,but on the inside she was highly upset .
"Well we would love to" .
"See you at eight" .
All through out the conversation I could only hear the soft whispers of hatred that sounded all to familiar ... it was one of "them" . I took out my sketch book and started draw it . It didn't look as bad as the others I've seen . She covered head to toe in white linen . Her face wasn't visible and her hands was stained with rose color blood . It was taller than Ms. Skinner and stood about five steps behind her. I didn't smell the blood on it's hands which is new because I could usually smell ,feel , and touch the very things that taunted me . It voice grew louder and louder , the very words pierced my my ears with it's hateful words .
"You disgust us ! You Shame us... All of us ! To hell with you "!!!! Now she was yelling at me with as much hysteria as possible. I felt like she was soon going to throw stones at me, but she started to claw at her arm . She clawed and clawed until it bleed and I felt every bit of it. She was one of the special ones that made me feel what she have done to herself . I started to bit my lip to conceal my cries but the more I tried to hide it the deeper she went . She would moaned in pleasure every time I showed a bit of pain to her .The more I was close to crying out loud the faster and deeper she went . I tugged on mommy's dress and pulled up my sleeve a little to show what happened to me .
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