P I L O T
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This is a dream.
How could this happen? I thought I was sinless.
It grew hotter, and hotter.
Hush little baby, don't say a word.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. But I didn't. And I didn't know why.
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
I pulled my knees up to my chest and I felt tears running down my face.
What did I do wrong? I didn't hurt anybody… right?
And if that mockingbird won't sing…
"I thought you loved me! And…and..my daughter…isn't even mine?" I heard a
slap. "I didn't mean to! I was stupid and I got drunk. So it was an accident!" My mother sobbed.
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
"So…heh…you mean to say… Namine isn't mine. A-And she's the daughter of her own piano teacher. So… this marriage…this parent thing, is a complete lie?"
And if that diamond ring turns brass…
"…Yes." Was all my mother's reply.
Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass.
And if that looking glass gets broke.
I watched my father walk over to the dinner table, pick up a bottle of wine, drink half the bottle and spill the rest of it on my mother. Her beautiful black curls were drenched with the alcohol. And she didn't do anything about it. "If this entire this started with alcohol…"
"W-what are you doing…?" my mother said looking up in fear when my father took a lighter from his pocket.
"Then, goddammit, it should end with alcohol."
Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat...
"NAMINE!" I heard my mother scream. "Momma?" I lift my head up, feeling the tears staining my face and the ashes burning my eyes. "M-Momma? Daddy?" I screamed. All I could see was fire. And the house crashing piece by piece. I wanted to look for her. I wanted my parents.
And if that billy goat won't pull…
I pushed through the flames and to my room, which hasn't been touched by the flames quite yet. I scuffle through my drawers and found it. I grasp it tightly into my hand and reach for the door, but it has grown hot to the touch. I back off and huddle into a corner. "I'm going to die here..." I thought aloud. But then my window screen flashed open and I hurry to the window.
Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull…
I push the screen out and I jump out the window, falling on top of the large water conserver. I jump down again and I run through the trees surrounding my house.
And if that cart and bull fall down…
I somehow trip onto a fallen branch and something hit my head. I fall to the ground and the next thing I know, I'm singing the last of the song in my head as if someone else was singing it to me.
Last thing I remember was the coldness of the air and the screams of everybody.
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.
