Disclaimer: I own nothing. Padriac My Prince is another song by Bright Eyes. And all that good stuff.
I silently watched as her face stained itself with tears. The small figure of a baby boy was floating coldly in the water. I slowly covered my young eyes and turned away. Who was that boy? Why is my mother crying? I silently questioned, looking at the ceiling as if it gave the answers the rhetorical questions I asked.
"Padriac my prince! I have all but died." I heard my mother's hoarse voice call. Her sobs grew loader, pounding in my ears. I covered them, willing the horrible sounds away. Stop. Stop crying you stupid bitch. I wanted to yell. I wanted to scream. I wanted to kick my mother and tell her to stop. Stop killing herself. Stop killing me.
I stumbled out of the cramped apartment. The stench of sewers and cigarette smoke flew into my nose. I choked. I staggered down the dirty streets, no where in mind to go. Whores of all kinds passed me, sneering at me with their bright red lips. I looked up at one, her eyes hard and lined with CVS bought make-up. I blinked slowly, realizing she was not even an adult yet. Her eyes were sad as she looked upon me. My innocence was leaving, and she felt it. And I felt it also.
I continued my trek to no where. My mother's screams rang in my ears. Her sobs deafened me. I felt myself screaming along with her, but no sound was heard from my pre-adolescent mouth.
I looked up and found myself in front of my apartment building once again. Was I just walking in circles? Did I see that teenage whore again? I forgot. Everything was forgotten.
I slowly walked up the stairs, the building surprisingly quiet. I slipped into my apartment and saw my mother passed out on the couch. I walked to the small bathroom and saw him still there. Floating in the cold water. I picked him up and dried him off with my mother's towel. The sight of death flared up all my senses. His body was cold. Cold as ice. He smelled dead, if that was possible. His soft skin was blue and not a sound was heard from his frozen mouth.
I cradled him in my arms and walked out to my mother. I watched her for a second, the baby in my arms. She looked unhappy. I slowly left the apartment. Once I reached the street, I sprinted off into the darkness. His cold skin pressed against my chest. I felt it through the thin layer I wore. I shivered and stopped at the cemetery. I slipped in, unnoticed by silent mourners. I walked to my father's grave, unvisited by anyone but me.
I placed the baby on the ground next to me and I began to dig with my hands. I worked steadily for the rest of the night. The sharp cold winds didn't affect me. I had a mission and this was it. I finished digging and looked up for the first time since I started. Dawn was coming. A beautiful sight.
I carefully placed the baby in the hole I dug. I stood there staring at his soft face. I reached down and closed his eyes one last time and began filling the hole steadily.