The song from the cassette, 'Come Together' by The Beatles. Good song. Good, good song. Happy moment for Billie Holiday. There are obvious mistakes.


Chapter 11: She Sings Through Box Television

"All I ever wanted, since a child, was to do something wonderful" –Patti Smith-


The numbness kicked in when Stein walked out that door, he said he needed to do some important work at the office. The lack of feeling took over as I sat with Marie in her bedroom while she took the medicine prescribed by the doctor. I couldn't feel my hands or feet, only the slow heavy beats of the muscle keeping me alive.

"M-marie?" I stuttered. Her honey eyes flickered up as she hummed. "W-what a-about the, uh, o-other-"

"Still alive." She croaked, tears were threating to fall. "I have to go full term."

Full term. She has to go another three months with one dead baby. The other still alive, and hopefully healthy. Why can't the doctors remove the dead fetus? What did Marie do to deserve such punishment?

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Hard amber eyes stared coldly at the road as her thin pale hands gripped the worn brown steering wheel. The woman was grumbling curse words as she slammed in a cassette tape letting the inside vibrate of nosy guitars and shrilling voice. The seats were shabby but comfortable on the little pink haired girl's bum, and the dirty greying seat belt dug into her chin. The music playing didn't bother her, nor the grouchy look her mother had, all she wanted to do was go back to their tiny old apartment and watch cartoons on the tiny television.

Her wide innocent eyes stared curiously at her mother, who was now yelling and banging her fist on the steering wheel, she tilted her head. The music rattled the car windows as it drowned out her mother's now yelling voice and erratic beating of the steering wheel. The car stopped with a hard jerk causing the seatbelt to bruise her chin.

"That damn bastard!" The woman growled. "If he won't pay the damn child support then he won't see his damn kid!" She kicked the dented car door open. "Get out!"

The little one scrambled with the seatbelt, only to slide from underneath the strap. Climbing from the passenger seat to the driver seat, she leapt onto the grey concrete and padded her dirty tattered shoes behind the woman. Flinching once the dented door close, she clung to the fabric of her mother's jeans following her into their tiny apartment. The grungy concrete steps to the top floor was a harsh climb, her tiny stubby legs were weak, but her mother refused to carry her up. It took a couple of minutes to unlock the thick wooden door, with an agonizing groan it finally opened.

"I'm going to bed." The woman shut the door, there was numerous locks, each fastened tightly. The sun was still high in the sky, but she had night shift. She kicked off her sandals and reached for a translucent orange container, popping it's candy size contents in her mouth. "Eat whatever." Soon she was soon snoring on the deep blue futon.

The tiny one knew not to disturb her mother. Her mother scrunched up everything to pay for an apartment somewhere near the decent part of town, working long shifts and other jobs, barely enough to get by. Pushing a foldable metal chair to the narrow countertop, she opened the complicated knotted bread bag and nibbled on a slice and sipped on watery fruit punch. There was only ten channels on the tiny television, the box shape and snowy images proved it's age, she switched it to cartoons. In awe by the brightly colored 2D images, she remained seated in front on the 10 inch fuzzy screen.

By the time her mother stirred awake Max&Ruby was over, and the young girl was left with nothing to do except pick at the stained hard carpet. She found little specks of crumbs and piled them into two neat mounds and stared at the little black ants crawling about.

"Get my purse." Her mother was sitting up, sleep was heavy on her eyes. "Now." She ordered.

Scrambling, she small took six steps from the hard carpeted floor to the dirtying kitchen floor, picking up a large ragged bag from the metal chair. Handling her the purse, she stood waiting.

"Here," She opened her hand giving the girl crumpled bills. "Be back when I'm leaving, or you'll be locked out."

Nodding, she grabbed the crumpled bills and clumsy pulled on her tattered shoes. Unlocking the many locks, she was out the door, running down the steps. Skipping the last two steps, she leapt down, then dashed out to the crummy sidewalk. Her short legs carried her to down a few streets until she came to the corner store. Huffing she shyly entered, peeking to see if there many people, only to see the familiar customers. There was the balding man who always looked at Guns&Ammo with a twitch in his eye, but he smiled at the little girl, she nervously smiled. There was the woman who wore giant shirts like dresses with small sandals, she hummed silently, messing the girl's hair. And there was the guy who worked the register, he had metal all over his face in loops and pebbles, with giant black boots and ripped jeans, he asked what she needed and chuckled as she stuttered.

Toward the back where the drinks and alcohol were was the rack of number generic snacks. Picking out the usual, small bag of peanuts and miniature powder doughnuts, she shyly paid.

"Ever ate one of these?" He handed her a small bag with yellow and bright red design, "It's on me."

Running back to the tiny apartment, she was glad to make it before her mother left. She sat on the futon watching the man on TV talk about natural disasters and car chases. Once her mother left, she sat alone, nibbling on peanuts and corn flavored chips. There was nothing to do, she had no toys, no crayons, only the television and her small pile of crumbs.

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Groaning, I awoke on the floor next to Marie, who was tucked in on her bed. I peeked on the other side hoping to see Stein. He didn't return last night. Stretching, I hummed when my back popped a few times, then checked the clock. The sun should be rising soon. Jumping into the shower and dressing, it was still too early to be ready for school.

"What do I do?" Sighing, I dug through my bag. I had a ton of homework from the past two weeks, untouched, there was harsh notes from fellow classmates and notebooks filled with my little doodles. Groaning, I knew my grades were poor, I'm failing my classes, I can't deal with that. "I can't deal with this."

In one hour, I'll have to go to the educational institution and encounter the cruel faces, their malicious words, and jabbing fun. I'll have to endure it all but I'll put up my best smile and try to laugh it off, I can't let them see me suffer. As difficult as it is, smiling is difficult, my frowns, crying, and cowering form encourage them. Especially those girls.

Why do they pick on me so much? What did I ever do to them? Is it because I'm adopted? Or is because my wardrobe is not from the mall? Maybe if I had better clothes. Maybe if I wasn't so awkward. Or maybe if my body develops and I upgrade to a b-cup, will they like me?

Breathing became a chore. Now I have to remember not to go into the girl's restroom and to be the last one in/out of the locker room. Everything became a chore. When can I have a sigh of relief? My arms began to have a burning sensation. Grabbing my forearms, I squeezed the skin beneath the fabric, the pinching of fabric had a good feeling. Pulling up my sleeves I stared at my arms and began pinching. Little specks of skin peeled off. The little tingles soothed my burning frustration.

"What am I doing?" Quickly I yanked down my sleeves and began pacing my room. "Oh yeah." Pulling out the two records from under my bed, I put aside Billie Holiday. For a moment I admired the woman in a men's button shirt and her uncaring frown, then slipped the large black record from it's sleeve. I haven't listened to this record yet, maybe this will cure my frustration.

Placing the pointed needle on black record, it skittered for a second then found it's groove. There was an even soothing hum of a piano. A strong feminine voice hummed, vibrating my eardrums. "Jesus died for somebody's sin, but not mine."

The itching faded into tingles in my fingers. My stomach twisted, but in a good way, making me want to move my arms and sway. I wanted to shake my head, I wanted to feel my choppy pink hair tickle my face. As the music grew more erratic, the more I grew calm. I think I can deal with today.

Taking a breath, it's been awhile since I felt relieved.

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The air was groggy. It was still too early to be heading to school, but I needed to get out, the thick atmosphere was unbearable. After minutes of constant sighing and walking, I was half way to school.

"Yo! Bucket water!" Recognizing the nickname, I quickly turned around. "What the hell are you doing up this early? Picking up trash?"

"Ragnarok!"


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