♡ I Am Alphabet Boy ♡

Chapter 10. Crybaby ♡

It had been about five days since I'd eaten. I was starving, but I was alone in a cage, like a prisoner. I hadn't slept as long as I'd been without food. I had been staying up all day and all night to make sure that Melanie wouldn't try to hurt me. I hated her, I hoped she was dead, I'd hoped that the child wasn't mine. I'd feel real bad for it if it was.

There I was, just sitting alone in a cell, looking out into the distance of a quiet room, when I heard humming. It was Melanie, I could tell. The humming went from a soft tune, to her singing my name softly. It sounded creepy, my eyes widened from fear. I'd never been so afraid of someone.

There she was. In a long white gown. She was beautiful, she looked like an angel. Only, on the inside, she was the devil. "Someone's on the telephone Johnny. It's for you."
She said, and handed me the phone.

"Hello?"
"Hello, this is ******* *****, is everything okay?"
You're the girl mother was talking about."
"She's told me so much about you. It's almost as if I already know you." Please get me out of h-"
I started, but Melanie took the phone.
"Hey, this is Melanie, and I just wanted you to know, Johnny's taken. Goodbye."
Melanie said, and hung up the phone.
I shook my head at her in disappointment, and she handed me a tray of cupcakes. I grabbed one. "You're not going to poison me, are you?" I asked. "Johnny, please. Your mother and I don't think the same." She said. I just looked at her waiting for her to say something about the cupcakes. "Well go on, eat. It's not like you don't have an appetite." She demanded. "Knowing that the baby inside of you is mine, I just might be a little sick." I remarked. "Do you want a cupcake or not?" She asked. I opened my mouth as if I were going to eat it, and as soon as she started to grin, I threw it at her. It landed on her gown and after that, it was nothing but a lovely white dress with a stain that looked like a brain splatter. You're going to regret that." She said.
"You know what Melanie? No, I'm not. I feel great after doing just that. What are you gonna do, cry? OOOOH SHOCKER, Melanie's gonna cry about something!! I don't care anymore! I don't care about you, I don't care about myself, and I sure as hell don't care about that baby. In fact, I feel sorry for it. It's gonna have to grow up without a father, and it's gonna have a psychopath for a mother. I'M DONE WITH YOU MELANIE.
YOU'RE JUST A CRYBABY!!!"
Melanie stood still for a minute.

"They say even the proudest spirit can be broken, with love"
She stated.
I watched her to see what she'd do, she slowly walked over to a chair, with a small box on it. She pulled out a match, lit it, threw it at a wooden wall just to the left of me, and walked towards the exit as a fire arose.
I tried to break the bars, but I knew inside that it wasn't gonna work. I screamed Melanie's name. "PLEASE!? IM SORRY!! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!!"
The fire was getting closer to me. The crackling got louder, and I could still see Melanie's silhouette through the flames. "PLEASE!!!?"
She looked back at me.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
She said loudly and mysteriously. Melanie left the room. And again, it was just me in a cell, alone. Screaming and crying for my life. Though this time, there was flames. Like a resemblance of my life. The fire still hadn't reached my cell. I had finally given up, and went to the far end of the cell, where a bulletproof window was, and sat on the floor.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."