Tinted Cellophane

Chapter I

     Georgia 1967, "Momma..." she whispers. "No you mentally retarded idiot, I don't want you no more can't you see that girl!"

      New York City 1977, She awakes abruptly looking around her much too crowded apartment. There is a crisp chill in the air which is most likely the the effect of her heater conveniently shutting down the night before, which usually is not the best thing that could happen on a winter night in New York. She feels hazy and cloudy as she always does. She feels that her tranquilization needed to be refurbished, she reaches into the drawer by her bedside and takes out her deceased mother's several illegal prescription for librium and takes three. She stumbles out of her bed and into her bathroom right across the hall from her bedroom she looks into her mirror at her pale white and flushed out reflection and forces a smile. Which quickly fades away as she remembers what her mother had always told her growing up "It's that sickly smile it is, it has the ability to suck the happiness out of anyone that sees it." Which usually came as a package deal including several whippings with whatever was nearest to her mother. 

     She takes her rollers out of her hair, puts on her dress bought at the low class store located next to the drugstore *she always swore she would never be caught there.* A kindred spirit the woman calls herself. A kindred spirit mild and true. It is after all what she truly believed. Monsters raise Monsters, and Angels raised Angels, her momma always told her that, You know to call her an angel after making her walk the streets of 20 degrees, wrapped in only red tinted cellophane at 2am she'd say " I am an angel, and that's what I will be called" She always repeated the phrase "I love you 'darlin I really do." So much it brainwashed Harmon into thinking it was true and she has never stopped. 

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