Ugh, so tired. Writing at 2:40 is really a bad habit of mine. But anyway, here's the chapter that reveals the source of the crazy soon to be passed down to young innocent April! It's a family thing :p I think I'm gonna keep these chapters short, y'know, as a side project to work on while I do my other stories.
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"Do you know who I am?" The old woman asked me.
I shook my head hesitantly and hid behind the social workers leg. She chuckled quietly "Oh, it's alright, I won't bite." She said while smiling with those yellowed teeth of her's.
Her skin was translucent and wrinkled, and her hair was almost as grey as her faded blue eyes. I could see every one of her large blue veins in the hand that she held out to me.
My first thought at seeing her was 'monster' because of the strange way she looked. I hadn't been around many old people before, my mother and father had kept me fairly sheltered and only allowed me to go to daycare and then back to the house. The only aged people I really ever saw were the ones who went to pick up their kids at daycare, and even then, I had never seen someone quite as old as this woman.
I didn't reach out to take her hand, I was honestly scared out of my mind to go anywhere near her.
Still, she kept on smiling at me "Dear child, are you telling me you don't even recognize your own grandma?" She asked with a slight disapproving tone.
I perked up when I heard her say grandma.
I had never had a grandma before, other kids talked about theirs, but this was my first time seeing one.
I peeked from behind the social worker slightly "...Are you really a grandma?" I asked curiously.
She smiled wider and nodded "Oh yes, I'm your grandma, in fact."
I scrunched up my face in displeasure "Grandma's look weird" I told her seriously. The social worker lady sent a warning glance down at me, I think it was to remind me of my manners.
The old woman didn't seem to be offended though. She looked up to the woman who had brought me here and said "It's quiet alright miss, I can take it from here. I'm sure you have other places to be and I'd like to start to get to know my granddaughter." She said with her raspy voice.
"Sure ma'am, I'll be on my way then. Goodbye April" The younger woman smiled and patted me on the head. I gripped her pant leg tighter. She was the only familiar person I knew in this house, I didn't want her to leave.
The old woman must have saw my reluctance to let the woman leave so she reached into her pocket and held out small orange hard candy to me.
I instantly transferred over to the old woman without a second thought and the social worker slipped out of the door while I wasn't looking.
I was alone with the old woman now.
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"So April, what do you like to do?" The old woman asked while dropping a single sugar cube into her teacup.
I frowned down at my own tea. I didn't like how bitter it was and missed e orange candy that tasted like chocolate.
"I like games" I mumbled quietly.
"It's not polite to mumble dear, speak up" she told me.
"I like games" I repeated, louder this time.
She nodded and sipped at her tea. "I used to like games when I was you age too. I have a whole room filled with toys that I used to play with as a child."
"Really!?" I asked with renewed interest.
"Yes, and you can play with them all if you answer a few questions for me." She said.
I nodded eagerly.
"Question 1, do you think your mother was a bad person?" She asked, looking straight into my eyes.
All amusement left almost immediately when she mentioned my mother.
"Do you?" She asked again when I didn't answer.
Tears began to prickle in my eyes and I knew I was about to cry. The old woman frowned "Now stop that, it's a simple question, do you think your mother was a bad person?"
"...No" I said hesitantly.
"See, not at all hard to answer. Now, question number 2, do you think your father was a bad person?" She asked.
I struggled to remember what my mother had told me "He was a...a filthy man." I told her. I rubbed at my tearing up eyes.
The old woman gave me a small smile "That's good, your mother at least taught you that before she passed away." she said, seeming pleased.
"Question number 3, do you think what your mother did was wrong?" She asked.
My mind flashed back to the silver scalpel and my mothers hand on mine.
"I-I don't k-know" I told her, trying hard not to cry. Big girls don't cry.
The old woman pursed her lips "I suppose she didn't teach you everything that you needed to know. You are still so young, so I suspected as much. Still, she should have told you the truth that would have protected you from the moment you were born."
She set her tea cup down with her withered old hand and cleared her throat "You see, April, men are not like us. They may walk on two legs like you and I, talk like you and I, and smile like you and I, but they are not like you and I." She said.
Something about her tone made me listen closely, like she was telling me a secret.
She continued talking "They are filthy, deceitful creatures wearing people's skin. All of them, downright monsters. Women on the other hand are delicate things that are to be protected from beasts like them, men are not to be trusted. The moment you turn your back on them, you'll be eaten up, like a piece of meat thrown to a pack of lions." My eyes widened in horror.
"Daddy was a monster?" I asked uncertainly.
The old woman nodded "Yes, that's why you're mother did what she did, she realized that he was a monster that needed to be removed. Have you ever stepped on a bug, April?"
I nodded slowly, confused as to why it mattered.
The old woman reached over the table and cupped my cheek "So young, but soon you will understand that every man deserves to be crushed, like a bug. I won't make the same mistakes I made with your mother, I will keep you safe and when you get older you can help me rid the world of it's filth, one man at a time."
I shrinked back into my seat, fiddling with my tea cup.
Something like dark anticipation sparked in the old woman's eyes.
"Don't worry my dear sweet girl, I will teach you."
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