I wish to start my story by stating that I was born from a dead mother. No not dead as in she will no longer live after my birth. She was dead in spirit, she beleived life could simply not be lived with a child to care for. So as soon as I was born she asked to be alone and ordered a large drink of water. As soon as the doctors left her alone, she tried to kill me by slowly spilling the water on my face until I could no longer breathe.
I was dead for about three minutes and before I woke up she had called the doctors to see to it that I am disposed of. she said she could not bare to look at her dead child. When I awakened I was in a strange room with a woman who smelled of rubber and fresh flowers. She was holding me in a basket. I let out a loud scream and she smiled and looked down. "I knew you were alive, now hush child. I am taking you to a better place than with that despicable mother of yours"
Her voice was soothing and warm , like a warm cup of sweet tea in the morning. Her shushing calmed me down. I breathed in through my tiny nostrils and smelled smog and rotten meat. My eyes were shut but there was absolutely no want for me to open them.
