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Chapter Two

       After midnight, I was asleep in bed with Monnie, whom suffered from night terrors, it frightens me when she tells me about it, saying all she sees is massacre, and sinister. Out of nowhere she began to quietly weep, I turned my head slightly  at her, "Monnie?". I whispered, turning over directly in front of her, she whined in her sleep.

      It brought back when I first attended fifth grade in formal school. I was slashed in the center of my palm, damn! - To tell you the pain lasted for a straight week. It was my fault to begin with, I pulled foolish, and fought her for a quarter. In the end it turned out that the quarter was to get her bread, and a 1 litre milk carton for her mother. I apologized after. As well, the slash haunted me for quite a while, I grieved almost every night to myself before bed, most of the times - in bed. Not one identity has ever laid their hands or defense on me, anyway I used to think it was okay to hurt myself. I'd get myself in trouble just to sense the misery. In addition to, my mother right away found out, and immediately spoke with me. I've given out every little thing. Now I shiver it off, tempting to make up something more positive for myself.

       Monnie continued to whimper, and kick at the flourished blanket, I huddled close with her, "shh, Monnie it'll be alright". I whispered over to her, "I'm here, August is here, don't cry". I gently rubbed her back, sudden she stopped weeping in her sleep.

         The small room passed on dead silent, I closed my eyes and came across dreaming. Visualizing during the night is the best experience for me. I can imagine anything I want to happen. Sadly part, by the time I wake up it's all gone. I'm back to reality.

          The early morning dropped by. Monnie was brightened awake, she braided my hair as I was half asleep, she giggled, and tickled the back of my neck. I opened my eyes, responding to her tiny pastel nudges.

           "Monnie, go back to sleep". I groaned drained.

           "I can't, I'm hungry August".  She kept low, letting her head sprawl over the side of my hip. I avoided her for a brief second, then sat up in bed,  rubbing my eyes yawning, "you are, hey? I can feel myself empty too, let's go". I smiled as she climbed out of bed, ambling down the hall, into the kitchen. I followed her, grabbing a cleansed boil pot that hung over the kitchen window, "what are we having today, August?". Monnie asked me calmly. 

            "Oatmeal". I responded, finishing up with the water boiling, and stirred the ingredients together.

           "We have that everyday". She pouted. I walked over, placed the bowl in front of her, and sat across from her, "just eat it, it's all we have, Monnie". I groaned tiredly.

           "Okay...". She shrugged, and picked up her spoon. After a while I bathed Monnie in the back of the house, we had a steel huge well-built barrow that lasted us very long. All the furniture we had wasn't up-to-date, most of our sheets had tears, and holes, some of our dishes leaked, shattered too easy. One time before, my father has his black coffee in his preferred mug, after raising the cup to his thin wrinkled lips, the cup broke into four pieces, sloshed right between his sitter. Monnie cried - well because she hasn't ever heard our dad shout such a way, that's funny!

          I allowed her to be alone for a slight second for me to quickly run inside, and grab the bar soap. After a few seconds, I came back outside, looked up to Monnie beneath the water. I dropped everything I had, and sprinted over to her, quickly pulling her up. She smiled right away, spitting out the water, "I play mermaid". I was startled, "don't you dare do that again, okay?!". I felt hot-tempered, "you scared me, I-I thought something actually happened to you, Monnie?!". I squeezed both of her arms, and shook my head.

         "I'm sowwy, August". She squeaked, "I won't do it again".

           I yawned,wearing myself out, "you're the only one I have left Monnie, if I ever lost you, I don't know what I would do?". I grabbed the bar soap, and her clothing for the day; a small brown hazy shawl, underneath she wore a red flushed buttoned long length dress with white shoe leather shoes, and fuzzy blue socks.

        "You have Oggy, mommy and daddy too". Monnie said warmly as I scrubbed her shoulders with the yellow sponge.