Crybaby

// sippy cup //

he's still dead when you're done with that bottle,
of course it's a corpse that you keep in the cradle.

// sippy cup //

I woke up, the strange sound of sobbing echoing around the house. My brother's snores could still be heard in the next room. I got out of bed and tiptoed out of the room, my pink socks making it easier.

"This...this is what you made me do," a voice said. That seemed to be Mom. Was she talking to herself.

Someone shuffled over to where she was sitting. "Look, we can start again..."

"YOU THINK IT'S THAT EASY?!" She started shouting. Her sobs got even louder as she spat out unintelligable words at the unloyal man.

I walked quietly to the stairs. I stopped when I heard the sudden muffled screams of a person.

No, two people.

Going down the stairs, I wondered what had happened. Was there a murderer in the house? Oh gosh, as much as I am mad at my whole family, I still didn't want them getting hurt.

I peeked from the doorway of the kitchen. My eyes widened as I studied the scene.

Yes, there was a murderer in the house. It was her mother. She continued to cry as she covered Dad and his slut with a white sheet. It was soon stained with blood.

The knife she used was laying on the floor, still fresh with blood. She turned around and spotted me peeking. Black mascara stained her cheeks.

"Go back to sleep, Cry Baby," she said as she washed the knife. I stood still, my eyes darting from her to the white cloth.

She frowned. "This is none of your business. Go back to your room."

I couldn't move, I was still frozen in place. So many feelings overcame me. Shock, anger, sadness, fear.

Mom grabbed a towel and darted behind me as I had started to run. She placed it on my mouth and nose. I struggled against her grip, clawing and kicking my legs. I slowly lost consciousness as she dragged me back to my room.

//

My eyes slowly fluttered open. I looked beside me and saw my mom pouring something in what looked like my...sippy cup?

"You'll forget about this soon," she said, putting the cap on the bottle with no label. "It will seem as if nothing happened."

I tried to move, but I was restrained. She had me tied to the bed with ropes. They hurt every time I tried to get out of them.

She turned to me, the sippy cup in her hand. The liquid inside was dark.

"Drink up," she ordered me. I moved my mouth away from the cup. She forcefully turned me towards the cup and recklessly spilled the liquid in my mouth. It tasted bitter.

She sighed and looked at me. "Good night," she muttered as she left the room. I blacked out after that.