Marci

She turned the corner and stared at herself in the mirror. It was broken. Not the mirror, but her. Marci, she was always broken and no matter how much glue and duct tape she obtained in her life, nothing to hold the three thousand pieces of her together, since the day she was born she was destined to be a disaster. Everything and everyone hated her, her own mother cut her so deep when she was a baby, that even now, at the age of seventeen, Marci had a deep scar under her left eye. She wore the scar with shame and saw it as a lifetime punishment for being the mistake no one could fix. Her father had raped her when she was five, leaving her with a scar inside just as big and permanent as the one she had on the outside. Funny thing is, the court systems put her with her father saying that he was more safe and well-adjusted with children than her mother, a fit parent. Her mother was now in jail, facing time not for hurting Marci as a baby, but for robbing a drug store and stabbing the clerk.

Marci figured it’s obvious why her mother didn’t face time for hurting her own child, it was because Marci was a demon and deserved to be hurt, all throughout her life it was destined for her to feel pain, never happiness.

Now as Marci slowly walked down the corridor, towards the huge mirror that awaited her at the end of the journey, she reflected on her past.

Disaster One

Even though she was just three years old, it was one of those memories that never fades, no matter how old you get. Marci fears that when she is old, on her death bed, she will have recurring nightmares of this night. This cold December night from her childhood. She lay in her bed with the covers over her head, it was cold, her mother refused to turn on the heat. So she huddled up in the little covers her mother did provide for her in her small twin sized bed, trying not to cry. Her mother hit her when she cried. Marci heard glass shatter to the ground outside her bedroom door. Marci silently got out of bed and crawled under it, knowing that next her mother would come in the room and try to hurt her. On the way under the bed she brushed against a bruise her mom had left on her arm the other day, because Marci had asked for some water.

As Marci lay underneath the bed, her mother opened the bedroom door.

“Maaarciii..” Her voice sang out, “Come out sweetie, Mommy wants to take you out for dinner, we can go to Pizza Palace down the street like I know you like.”

Marci still lay silent under the protection of her bed, looking towards the door all she could see was the light from the hallway and her mother feet, the sound of breaking glass she had heard before was her mother dropping a bottle of alcohol.

Her mother was getting impatient, “Okay you little bitch, come out, come out wherever you are!” She screamed, Marci saw her mother bend over in the doorway to pick up a piece of the broken glass that was on the floor, as she was turning to stand up her mother saw Marci staring at her from under the bed. “Oh there you are.” An evil smile twisted upon her mother’s lips. “Come on honey, let’s play!”

She ran towards the bed and then lifted the mattress and looked down at Marci through the bed frame.

“M-M-Mommy?” Marci stuttered.

Her mother reached through the frame and snatched Marci up by the forearm. If Marci weren’t so small she would’ve been terribly scratched from rubbing against the hard metal. Her mother dangled Marci above the floor, laughing, with the shard of glass in the other hand. “You little bitch, you ruined my life.”

Marci shivered, tears silently streaming down her face.

Her mother took the glass and gently caressed Marci’s cheek with it, “You know if it weren’t for you, Mommy would’ve came home with a man.” Her mom pressed the glass against her cheek with a little more force; Marci felt the hot blood mingle with her tears as they both continued to stream down her cheek, endless. “Mommy would’ve gotten fucked real good.”