Belle Stone

Part 1

It was a rainy autumn day. The sky was gray and menacing. The rain was pouring so hard when it hit you, you would actually get a bruise. Wind was blowing out of every direction, carrying everything that was moderately heavy.

On this scary and disaster driven day a baby was born. It was a girl, a beautiful little female specimen of life. She didn't cry when she came out of the womb, she screamed, piercing the ear drums of everyone that was within a few yards away. Right off the bat she was hurting the ones that were closest to her. Little did she know that would highly affect her way of life later.

While she was a little baby she didn't know better than to scream when she wanted something or felt discomfort, she just couldn't cry as if she felt she should never let people see her vulnerable. Her mother couldn't take it anymore. The constant ear-piercing screams drove her crazy. She wanted to throw her out of the window, she wanted to choke her to death, to grab the knife and cut away her throat, do anything just to never hear that scream again. You would think how could a mother do that to her own child but you see. Her mother was mentally ill, her brain was slowly dying and more and more she was forgetting who she was. What was the cause of that disease you ask? It was exactly the thing that drove her crazy. Her daughter. Her own blood and bones had made her lose any form of reality, made her lose her conscience.

How, you are probably asking yourself, how could screaming do that? You see it was not just the screaming per say the only cause of that. She had been taking pills, pills that make her bear the screaming. One day she overdosed and it damaged the part of her brain which makes her forget her being more and more. Soon enough there where two personas within her, the one that remembers who she is and loves her baby and the other a complete stranger that just wishes the death of the screaming child. Less of the first loving mother persona was there, the stranger killer one started to dominate more and more. That made more and more murder attempts to occur but every time just when the baby was at the verge of death the loving mother persona would wake up and stop in what the other one was doing whether it be chocking, being about to stab or being about to throw out of the window.

One day the loving motherly side couldn't take it no more, she knew if the baby stayed, she would eventually kill her. Her heart ached at the thought but she had to give it away, give it to someone who could bare the pain. The tears ran down the face of her like two rivers that are growing in a pouring rain as she gave her child away to a lovely couple who couldn't have any children on their own. The mother never mentioned the screaming. Well she did but in a diminutive matter, saying that she can get a little hectic when she wants something or is feeling discomfort. The couple didn't seem to care, the baby just looked so beautiful that they couldn't resist. Baby was asleep and looked so peaceful and innocent that they thought that nothing it did could be that bad. That was the unbelievable luck of the mother hence if she was awake it would have probably turned out a tad bit different.

After the couple went with the baby the mother packed up her bags and went away. She wanted to go to a place that she couldn't hurt anyone when she turned into her menacing persona but nowhere worked. Wherever she went at least someone was in danger so that was nothing left for her than to take away her life.

In a small little apartment of her best friend that she came to visit to say goodbye for the last time she tide a noose to the celling and hung herself. She didn't squirm or move while slowly dying by the lack of air, the tears rolled down her cheeks, her hands hung down beside her body and she smiled because she felt like a hero who saved a world of a dangerous murderer, who saved a lot of peoples lives but little did she know that wasn't the case. She wasn't the one who the people should be saved from though she could never continue on with a murder cause her good side always won. She was afraid of the bad side taking over her but her good side was stronger and as much as it wanted too it could never take over her.

When her friend saw her it hit him deep, the view was so terrifying. Not only the sight of the corpse hanging but also the smile that was on its face made the whole thing a lot more creepier. No one beside him actually mourned over her, she had no one except him. Her parents died, she was an only child and all of her cousins were a snob, snarky, narcissistic people who never cared about anyone but themselves.

Before all of this, right after the couple got home the baby woke up. At first they came over to stare at the beauty before them just like a loving family you see in every commercial on TV but after awhile the baby got bored and started to scream. The couple covered their ears but it didn't seem to help, the scream was as clear as it was without the hands. The pain was so immense they thought their ears were bleeding. They didn't bare more than five minutes with her when they decided to go back to return the baby to its rightful owner, not looking at it as another human being anymore.

When they got to the apartment the mother was gone, not a sign from her was left. They couldn't believe it, they were tricked. Where should they go now with this demon, where should they leave it at? They couldn't think of nothing better than the child services, to put her in the home that someone else could pick her for adoption. They didn't care who, it was not their child for them to care for her, well it was but not biological. Only thing they wanted to do was to get rid of her and they did.

The little baby girl stayed at the child services. She was put in a soundproof room that was needed to make just because of her.