Vivid Dream Diary

Kindergardener Killer

A loud cry shook the young girl from watching one of the children's show that was available late in the evening. Her single mother nowhere to be seen. The cries did not stop, but the sound did not scare her. She had a feeling that whatever is screeching painfully outside, she had to help.

With a huff she got up to investigate. In front of the door, she reached upwards on her tippy toes to reach the handle of the one room apartment her mother currently could afford before creaking the door open to pear outside through a slit. Her gaze landed on a basket on the lighted porch with a cloth draped over, the cries obviously coming from inside. The door creeped open a little further as the young girl made her way over to the basket before lifting the cloth slowly.

A teary eyed baby stopped screaming as it felt a presence close to it, but the tears did not stop. While the girl looked at the baby in awe, she immediately knew that this is one of the abandoned baby cases. Despite the responsibility that comes with a baby, being too hard to raise it with a mother whose being paid minimum wage and also being a kindergardner, she still brought it in. Her weak arms weren't able to pull the basket in, but it was enough to carry in an infant.

Leaving the basket inside, the baby was sniffling on her shoulders before she laid it on the sofa, being too weak to continue holding it. It then started to yell again.

Not knowing what to do to keep it quiet, she looked if it had shit or pissed itself, but no sweetly sickening smell came from it's bottom. It could have a stomach ache, so she picked it up to lean against her shoulder and patted it's back while walking around the room, Since it was dark out, her mind wandered over to the thought that the baby was just tired and needed closeness.

Yawning at the thought of sleep, she moved it over to the bed with her, shooking it on the way there to quiet it down, but to no avail. Laying in bed, the cries did not stop. Patting it's tummy, holding it's hand, cradling it has not worked, but tiredness soon washed over the young kid and so she fell asleep. It's horrific scream fading.

The sun shined through the window onto the girls body, avoiding her face, the warmth awaking her. After a second of waking up, the night from before came back so she sat up. Only her and the baby were home, mother nowhere to be seen.

She looked over to the seemingly sleeping baby, smiling at the peacefulness and reaching for it's hand. With it's hand in hers, her heart skipped a beat. It's skin was cold, no human warmth radiating from it. Stopping her own breathing to hear it's, she was met with silence.

Panic fueled her, adrenaline kicking in as she hastily yet carefully cradled the now light weighted baby, tears immediately streaming down the girls face as she held the liveless baby. Her mind was running to find any solution before she stopped.

The blood rush stopped, her quickened breathing stuck in her lungs and every muscle froze.

The baby died of hunger.

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As I woke up, I was shaken up. Blaming myself for the death of a baby that didn't exist, but the thought of it soon faded as my mother called me to breakfast so I can get ready for Kindergarden.