Christy Anne

Dad and Mom

  

   Oh my beautiful, Christy Angelina. How your name flies off my tongue so smooth. Your hair so soft and your face so bright.
   Your daddy has never been more proud of such a sight.

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   I walk over to my wife in a fit of hysteria. "Where is Angelina? I thought you said you were watching her!" I yelled. She just took a swig of her wine bottle, one of many might I add, and pointed up above her. I followed her finger to see Angelina crawling amongst the ceiling, getting closer and closer to the ceiling fan in the center of the room.

I immediately reach for her and jump to grab her before she can hit the ceiling fan's blades of impending doom. Well, for Angelina, anyways.
   "Stop being so ignorant and please watch our daughter better! The ceiling fan could have injured her!" I scolded.
    "Oh, whatever. You're the evil lord, aren't you? She wouldn't be able to get hurt, even as an infant. If she did.... well, you can figure that out yourself."

    
     She took another swig of wine and scowled at the taste immediately.
"This wine has gone bad. Fuck." She threw the wine bottle as hard as she could towards the wall in front of her and it shattered into many pieces.

I looked around the room. She was sitting on the couch in front of our TV, the TV showing nothing but static as she laughed at what seemed to be going on in her head. The wine she threw at the wall had shattered just above the TV. The wine dripped onto the TV and the floor all around it. The floor around her was covered in 30+ empty wine bottles plus extra random trash, making the room look even more rancid than it already did with her sitting in it when it was clean.

I slowly exhaled and turned away, taking Angelina to her room. 
Srigan. Why do you wrong me so? Our child was created to bring us closer together, but you've only drifted further apart from me. Why do you drift further and further when you can be with me and Angelina?

    I gently shushed the now crying Angelina. Poor baby. She doesn't know what's going on. If only she knew what was happening next.
     I put her down in her baby crib and she stared at me with her bright violet eyes. I smiled. She's such a beautiful baby. To think God threw me out of heaven when little did he know I can create beautiful things such as this.     

          

          What a jealous old man.

    I gently stroked her face and she began to close her eyes. Her soft baby snores when she slept were so adorable. Not a day goes by that I don't awe over my sweet Christina Anne.
Soon, she was fast asleep and I covered her with her favorite baby blanket. "Goodnight, my sweetheart..." I whispered.

I backed away from her crib and closed my eyes again. With a hand raised, I held it over her crib. My blood began to seep from the veins in my hand out from my skin, its crimson red glimmering from the moonlight that shown into Angelina's room.

I winced in pain. This hurts so much, but I'd rather have Angelina hear nothing than have her hear her mother's screams. Anything but that.
My blood soon gathered enough to form a single, small drop. It dropped on her forehead, and it turned a bright light purple before dulling itself back into its crimson form.

"In the name of Lucifer. A name thrown out of the heavens. Give my daughter who was birthed, a temporary deaf procession. In the name of the god who is a god no more.
Give my daughter deafness and let her live once more."
I watched as my daughters ears turned bright red and then back to her normal pale color. My lovely daughter. Forgive me for making you deaf. It's for your own good.