1992 Tuesday June 29th "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird."
The first time you kill someone is indescribable, some people feel Happy or even sad. I felt amazing, I looked at my hands, my white dress was a crimson. A
small child lay at my feet, My dagger sticking out of his stomach like an ornate door handle. Jackie would be home soon, I didn't want him to find out about this, he might get mad.
"And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring."
I picked up the little boy who I had found wandering in the park. I carried him up stairs and ran a bath, pulling out the knife, blood gushed out of the cut, and stripping him down I lowered his tiny frame into the bath. Scrubbing off the blood, I used my needle and wire thread to stitch up the gaping wounds I had left in him, I washed his beautiful blonde hair and lifted him out of the bath. I towel dried him and went to fetch some clothes.
"And if that diamond ring turn brass, Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass. "
In the back of my closet in a box were some clothes I had made myself for the little boy I was going to have. I bandaged and dressed the little boy, who I had named Toby, and looked him over. You would've thought he was sleeping if it wasn't for the amount of stitches covering his was a baby in my arms, probably only 2 years old and I sang to him as I carried him downstairs.
"And if that looking glass gets broke,Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat."
Someone was knocking at the door, screaming voices calling for an unknown male. I held Toby close to me. NO ONE WAS TAKING MY BABY. I heard the door being hammered now, the splintering of wood and stomping of footsteps soon followed. I slide down the wall, tears threatening to sting my eyes but I wouldn't let them fall. They yelled at me now.
"And if that billy goat don't pull, Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull."
Guns. They had guns, one man picked me up, my curly brown hair was nearly ripped from my scalp. I screamed out grabbing at his hand, the blanket Toby was wrapped in dropped to the floor, his sleeping form rolled out. The men looked horrified and yelled at me in other languages. One man, he pulled a knife. The knife slipped inside my mouth.
"And if that cart and bull turn over, Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover."
I screamed in protest. The metallic taste of blood exploded on my tongue as he yanked his arm to the right, then left. He dropped me and my hands flew up to my face. Blood, everywhere just blood. Not nice blood either. They kicked me and hit me. I curled in on myself. Hoping to die. Hoping for Jackie to come save me. But he didn't.
"And if that dog named Rover won't bark. Mama's gonna to buy you and horse and cart."
They had left when Jackie came home, He found me on the floor, my own blood pooling around me. I didn't talk to him, but just stared at my face. My ruined face. He stitched me up. Called my name, shook my shoulders. I... I couldn't speak. "hey cheer up Nellie! look how bout this?" He took my knife, and put it into his mouth. SLICE, grunt. SLICE, grunt. "Look Nellie we're the same, you don't need to cry anymore" When my eyes met his. I. JUST. SCREAMED.
"And if that horse and cart fall down, You'll still be the sweetest Baby in town."