Parsnip: The rabbit's knife

The rabbit's knife

Many years ago, there was a young boy named Parsnip. He lived with his loving parents and his aunt in a small but happy little village. Everyday was a lovely day for the citizens of the village...until that day...

Parsnip's hands began to ache as he roughly drew on the paper, but he didn't mind. The only thing he could think of was the prideful faces of his parents when they would see his masterpiece. Though as he scribbled on, he couldn't help but listen to the bird's lovely melody that they seemed to sing almost everyday. Parsnip heard their song so much that he had seemed to memorize everything note of the song. When it would begin. When it would end. When their voices would rise or fall. He could remember it at the back of his head. A tapping sound followed by his mother shocked him out of his daze as he looked up to her. Of course he was welcomed by a loving smile. "Hey sweetie, what are you drawing?" Parsnip quickly covered the drawing with his hands, "No no! Don't look! It's a surprise!" "Ooh. I see. Don't worry, I won't spoil the surprise." Parsnip let out a sigh of relief, knowing that his secret was safe with his mom. His mother took a knife from the counter and some food, and then she turned to the counter. Parsnip heard chopping sounds and asked, "What are you making?" "A sandwich." "A veggie sandwich!" "Yep." "Ew!" The very sound of vegetables made the child cringe, "Oh come now Parsnip, vegetables aren't as bad as you get used to them." "Maybe for you. Adults are weird." "I'll say." Parsnip continued drawing to take his mind off the vegetables. A smile grew on his face, it was almost done. Then his father called out to his mother, "Honey, can you come here for a minute?" Her mother turned around, "What is it?" She turned to him...then slipped. She still had the knife in her hands. Parsnip's world went still.

The small child stood motionless at the two gravestones. His mother lost to an accident. His father took his own life. He felt so alone. So empty. He wanted to cry, but his throat was dry, his sobs stayed deep inside. They didn't want to go outside...Never. "Parsnip." His aunt voice hit him like a rock. "It's time to go." He said nothing. He just obeyed.

"Another bad grade?! Seriously?!" "S-Sorry..." How many times to I have to say it?!" His aunt grabbed her belt, "DO! BETTER!" These two slaps, they hurt like hell. Parsnip's legs gave way and he collapsed to the floor, his body was shaking, a loud cry threatened to escape. "I didn't want to hear it you little shit! Go to you room!" He didn't dare to disobey, he limped up to his room. Parsnip collapsed on his bed, he stared at his drawing that were on the floor. His aunt's voice echoed through his head. "This drawing is trouble." "Your so weak." "You should have been a girl." "I wish it was you who got stabbed by that knife!" "I wish you were never born." "Those glasses are hideous on you." "Your such a horrible drawer! I can't stand this trash!" He rolled on his back and sighed. His bruises ached like never before. Parsnip put his focus all on the wall, but heard the usual strange sounds from down stairs. His aunt was watching those videos. Again. An idea popped up. Parsnip's eyes widened, maybe, just maybe if he became his aunt's personal image of him, she treat him better. Everyone would treat him better. As this idea flew up and down his body, something snapped. It broke in half and fell into pure darkness, never to be fixed. Without hesitation, Parsnip went to his aunt's closet and open the door. He began to debate on what to wear. He settle for a sleeveless dress and light pink shoes. Then he returned to his room and began to draw...

Yaaaaaaaawn! What ah happy morning for me, Parsnip Bunner!