"This….this can't be right, L." She said to her companion as they both got off of the bus. "N-No…I dreamt that the houses were beautiful and everything was sunny and warm. No. This isn't right. No….No…" Isabella swallowed hard as she looked around at the garbage and broken glass everywhere. "Maybe I got the wrong address. Rosemary Street. Rosemary Avenue…" Isabella couldn't bring herself to accept this. L nibbled at his thumb and looked around. "There's the house…" L pointed to a sad looking building. It would have actually looked beautiful had someone actually cared for it. Isabella wetted her lips and swallowed. "…L….I…..I….I want to go back home…" She whimpered. L shook his head. "Just go up to the house and knock on the door. Maybe you did get the wrong address." L said, pushing her forward gently. "I'll be right behind you…" L took a step forward whenever she did. Soon, after a long while, they slowly and steadily crept up the creaking, rotted verandah. Isabella looked at the many over flowing trash bags that were stacked over each other. She could hear little rats scuttle about. Isabella shivered and hesitantly knocked on the rotting door. After a long while, a sickly woman opened the door. Her black hair was ash white and stringy. She had piercings all over her body. Tattoos lined up her arms and across her neck. Her eyes were glassy and distant. Her teeth were crooked and yellowed, as were her long fingernails. She had a cigarette in between her fingers. She wore a white, stained bandanna over her hideous hair. She wore torn and stained pajamas. Her breathing was hoarse and labored. The woman took a nice long drag from her cigarette and stared at Isabella and L. "
What the fuck do ya want…?" The woman growled. "You don't look like you got stuff on ya…." The woman coughed for a few seconds. The woman stomped out her cigarette, glaring at the two. "Get the hell off my property…" The woman hissed. Isabella blinked, and L watched the various creatures scurry about the verandah. "E-Excuse me….but…I'd like to ask you a few questions…"Isabella finally said. The woman ran her blistered tongue over her lip piercing. "You ain't no cock sucking police woman are ya..?" The woman hissed. Isabella quickly shook her head. After a few minutes, the woman stepped the side. "Get your asses in here and hurry up..." she hissed. Isabella took L's hand and pulled him inside. The house smelled of extremely sweet pepper and cat urine. Trash littered everywhere. Cockroaches were scuttling among the pizza boxes and old, torn clothes. The woman coughed hard and slumped onto a over turned laundry basket, sitting at a fold up poker table. "C'mon, spit it out…" The woman lit another cigarette. "I-I….I was wondering if…." Isabella tried to think of a proper way to ask the woman if she had lost a child. "I was wondering if you had any…children…."Isabella asked. The woman shrugged. "Damn, I've been here and there. …but…yeah…I had a kid…." The woman took a drag on her cigarette. "Ugly damn thing. It was small and retarded looking….but…I was on that crack stuff, so everything looked a little retarded." The woman laughed, before coughing hard. Isabella swallowed. "R-Really….? Do you have any pictures….?" She asked. The woman shook her head. "Hell naw. Didn't want that ugly ass kid. Didn't wanna stare at ugly ass pictures of that kid. Uh-uh." The woman said, flicking a few cigarette butts off of the fold up table.
"Do you know what happened to the child…?" Isabella asked. The woman shrugged. "Hell if I know. Sold that ugly bitch for some pot. Best damn pot I ever had…" The woman smirked. Isabella frowned. "What did the baby look like…?" Isabella continued. "UGLY. Big green eyes and pale skin. That kid fucked me up, too. Shoulda killed it. Lemme give you some advice. Never get knocked up. It fucks your body up. I felt bad for the lady who bought that ugly thing." The woman stamped out her cigarette. : What did the woman look like?" Isabella watched the woman. "Really tanned skin, pretty blonde hair and a fake face. What's that shit called…..Botox? Yeah. Botox." The woman laughed. "Her face looked like it was stretched and pulled up against her goddamn cheeks and chin. Could fucking kill someone with her chin." The woman grinned a yellow grin. Isabella felt a pang of sadness rush into her chest. "Was her name Kathrynn…?" Isabella squeaked. "I think. I dunno. I was just glad to get rid of that ugly ass thing. Now, get the hell out. I'm tired of you. Oooh, you gettin' me mad…" The woman glared at Isabella and L, who was extremely quiet through the whole conversation.
L and Isabella walked slowly out of the horrible smelling home. Once out in fresh air, Isabella just stood there on the verandah, L beside her. Within a few moments, Isabella burst into tears.