Nothing else exciting happened with Gulliver, and I mustn't make you bored. He was turned to a meal like the other's. Simple as that. My routine. Kiss. Death. Burn. Save. You know the drill. And another baby. But this baby was special. Really special.
She learned things incredibly fast and enjoyed most of my books with me. She understood my love for them. She was a prodigy. She was my favorite for sure. And I killed her.
“‘The red-eyed stranger gave Jack the power to curse others. And Jack said, ‘Thank you red-eyed stranger. Now I can get my revenge.’” “Hey mom?” “Hmm?” “I love you!” she said it and giggled, her round belly jiggling as she nibbled on a hot dog. “Love you too, kiddo.” I pet her ebony hair then continued reading.
At six years old she’d read whole novels with me deep in the afternoon. Her vocabulary was spectacular. “Hmmph,” she mumbled. “Just pick one sweetheart,” I called from the couch. She scanned her fingers over the bookshelf then pulled one out. “How about ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’? Seems like it'd be deeply complex.” I burst out laughing, and got up, grabbing it from her.
“Not that one, honey. This belongs on mommie’s special bookshelf.” “Aww fine..” I couldn't help but hold her tight. An angel.
Older and older and smarter and smarter. She became a bit snobby, always pointing out my grammar errors and such but even with those annoying habits, Violet was a perfect star.
The only thing wrong was of her massive intellect, which made her more curious and intuitive. She knew something wasn't right even raised into this.
I woke up in a cold sweat from a nightmare, and to my surprise, Gulliver's plan was in action through Violet. This time, she had seen them all.
“Violet.. you know you aren't allowed in that drawer,” I scolded, inching toward her. She just stared at their pictures.
“....what is all this mom!?” My jaw clenched. “None of your business, sweet heart. Go back to bed.” “These are all some else's, aren't they? Where are they? The academy? Speaking of it, why do I have to be fat for the academy? And why doesn't the academy have a name? In books they do. And every kid goes to school no matter what. They all have families, pets, jobs. M-mommy, what are we doing here? What is this place…?”
Silence for a long while. She just had to didn't she..? She just had to find the hints and clues.. and now I'd lost her. Then again, I never had her in the beginning. All my kids were never mine. They were destined for consumption. I wasn't sure why I let myself connect with or love any of them.
And just like that I found myself grabbing Violet and roughly shoving her through the hidden door to the slaughter house. She cried, asking me a thousand overwhelming questions. And as the door was shut, faint banging was heard for only a couple seconds.
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I smirked as I watched through the monitor as her little girl found the secrets of her dresser. Could've stopped it and woken the caregiver but I watched in amusement. Nothing had gotten this exciting in awhile. Her confrontation. The caregiver's dumbfounded face and quick whiplash of pure murder. She killed her favorite. And I loved seeing it. Violet would make good meat.
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Ding! A new baby. I stormed off to my room and grabbed their pictures, tossing them all in the incinerator. No more kisses. No more keepsakes. That time and the rest of eternity my heart was numb. I still did a great job, but there was no attachment to these children anymore. They were like buzzing flies to me.
Do I like this life? A question I've asked myself for soo long. Truly, as long as I have food and a good book, I'm content.
YOU ARE READING
The Caregiver's Flies
Science FictionShe took this job without knowing the mental impact it would have on her. She gave up her free will for it. She raises children for the slaughter house, just so she can read a book.
