Bleeding Souls

Ch. 4 A day with the babysitter, and a girl named April.

As you may have guessed when I was younger, I had a babysitter. I mean most parents have babysitters so that their children won't have to be alone will they are working.

     Now at first the baby sitter was not that bad or so I thought, but we will get to that in a moment. Anyways back to the point. She was a short and very peculiar woman. There is only one word to describe her personality... Hispanic.

     Now for those of you who have never had a Hispanic babysitter or do not have Hispanic friends let me explain. Hispanics are typically loud boisterous and eccentric. You see what the babysitter lacked in height she made up for it in attitude, and volume. Hispanics are loud but she was louder than most. She was like a second mother to me, kind with occasional harsh and bitterness.

     She had 3 kids. 2 of which belonged to one father. The other was a girl who was born out of wed-lock. Not only that but she was autistic and she suffered from ADHD. But as young as I was at the time I didn't know what any of those things meant.

     The only thing that I saw was another human being who was fighting the world because she was "different." Sadly the world was a battleground and this poor, innocent girl was on the frontlines. Her enemies would load their weapons with words like " retard" or "slow." How could society drag down a girl who's brain was wired differently. She was human being who just wanted some place to belong and feel loved.

     Her name was April, she felt like she would never belong anywhere. Her mother did love her but she had a hard time showing it to her. Her siblings treated her like an outcast because she was different to them. I didn't let that stop me. We bonded so well because I knew how she felt when her mother talked to her. I knew what it was like to be unwanted and an outcast.

     She taught me what it was like to be a nerd. She was obssessed with sonic the hedgehog, and Spiderman. But she also taught me strength and bravery. Even though the world gave her a label and told her "this is what you are, never forget your place,"

she said "No, I choose who I am and who I get to be." She taught me how to stand and hold my ground against the wave of hate and bitterness the world would give us because we didn't "fit" in.

One day while I was at her house we decided to play in the rain. Once, we got outside the rain washed away the real world and our imaginations started to run and fly. In this moment we were free. Free of labels, and titles. Free of worry. Free of life itself. This freedom wouldnt last, we started running without a care in the world. We ran to the back porch and I slipped and fell. Our imagination came crashing down with me. And then I heard it. The snap....

     I realized that once I hit the ground my ankle broke. She had to drag me inside and onto her bed. The pain shooting through me like a surge of energy. I was crying so much from the pain... Her mother burst through the door yelling "IF YOU DONT STOP CRYING I WILL DUCT TAPE YOUR MOUTH SHUT!!!!!!" "ITS NOT BROKEN, STAND UP AND WALK." She pulled me out of the bed and forced me to walk around the house.

This is when I knew I was back in the harsh real world... This is the end of Chapter 4. Until the next one...