Perfect Poison

CHILDREN FLASHBACK

I still recall the words my mother spoke to me, 11 years prior ...

"Aww,go on, don't be scared." Her long pointy nails gently tickled my back and i knowingly giggled. It was like she was truly playing with me. Was she? I highly doubt it now.

"Go say hello." Her ice breath sauntered close to my ear. "Do it for mummy." I stared shyly at the three girls infront of me. They appeared like fragile china dolls, pretty, yet shatterable.

Had their mum's given them physical punishment aswell? Earlier  that day i recall retorting back no ,and the scars over my legs still look like faint cracks today. Each of the girl's looked like they were just rooted from their beds, unwashed and unfed. Yet they still managed to look pretty. One of the girls had waist length purple tresses of hair all over. I was jealous.

"Go and Play." My mother's nails now stabbed my back like sharp pins ready to strike at any time. Her voice dripped of sweetness,yet also thick with authority, and it made me want to cry."If i do can i dye my hair purple?" I whispered. The whore's eyes creased with sudden love and devotion. "Off course,baby."

Her pupils ran back and forth from the other glamourous mothers to my big green ones."Offcourse." She softly shoved me towards the sullen china dolls.

Women from behind started whispering at eachother in their own individual groups.

"She's dying the child's hair at that age?"

"What an attention seeker."

the voices sighed pleasantly. Like foretold chants of envy and disgust. They rolled over my ears like chanting spells and curses. It made the hairs on my skin all stand up, aligned and prepared to battle.

As i walked across the room, i noticed a smaller child, deep within the corner of the room, outside the witches circle. She wore a large hat and she had long dark hair, almost causing her to blend in with the background. I wonder why no one is talking to the girl?

I finished my journey through the group, making my way to the children on the other side.

They looked into me with no emotion.

"H,hi." i  stuttered. I don't know why i did that, maybe to show the girls i wasn't a threat?

  The purple haired girl gave a small smile,the miniscule girl beside her gave a even smaller one, Perhaps they were related?  "I Maya." she smiled. "And ...this is baby."

I peeked over in shock to see what i thought was her sibling, maybe it's a doll?. It...it moves!

"I told Maya to call her sister that until we can find a proper name for her." One of the nicer ladies smiled, her tea taken by a maid in a long dress. "She's a difficult one to do." she murmured darkly.

s i l e n c e ...

"Beautiful child Aisha." One of the women commented, with a weird emphasis on Child.

"Aww, you are to kind, i'm just lucky Serene was born with that natural beauty." My mother's outstretched skincrawling grin suprised me. The girl with purple hair clasped my hand  subtly , but tightly and i did the same. We didn't know these people, no matter who we were, We all remained frightened, like oppressed children in a slave master's drawing room.

It was a cold day we would never forget.

Competition simmered behind these forgotten arguments,like a trophy winner had needed a minuscule pet to elevate himself.

That pet i know realise, was me.

"Gah!"

I wake up.