Forsaken Angels:
Chapter IV—Mommy, I'm Scared
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A/N: Comes from the movie Rose Red; I couldn't resist. Flashbacks now! Wee!
Disclaimer: ;_; Well I'm out of the box…and currently hiding from Jhonen and his clones. O.O;; S-O-S?
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I open my eyes to find myself in a brightly colored room. I know who I am, but…everything else is fuzzy. Why am I here? Wasn't I in Mr. Devil's house?
I soon find I'm not controlling my body as I hop out of bed without my mind's approval. It's like a movie or a play being seen again by someone who could not remember the ending.
I stand in front of the mirror. Tall and lengthy with black hair in my face. I guess I dyed it navy later.
I turn to look out the door. A child's voice escapes my throat.
"Mommy! Mommy!"
"Yes, Johnny-dear?" A kind woman's voice floats from the hallway. I want to see her. Let me go see her.
"What day is it Mommy?"
Laughter. Please, me, go see our mother, but alas "I" do not listen. "Why it's your birthday, Johnny."
"WEE!" I hop on the bed a few times before climbing into the closet to pull on some clothing. A simple white t-shirt and jean shorts.
I run out of the hallway. Finally to see my…mother. I turn around to gaze into the kitchen where she is.
Her hair is in a high-pony tail, deep brown with a few highlights. Her outfit is just a long pink dress. She's beautiful. However, she looks so young.
"MOMMY!" My voice cries out to hug her.
She hugs me back with a kind smile on her lips. "Johnny. How old are you today?"
"Today I'm ten years old!"
"That's right!" She smiles. "Daddy will be home soon! Did you know that in a few days my birthday is coming up too?"
"Yes, Mommy, yes!" I want this. Why couldn't this stay like this? Such peace. "How old are you going to be Mommy?"
"A woman never reveals her age, Johnny." She gives a wink and ruffles my hair. "Go eat your breakfast."
"Saturday cartoons!"
"Breakfast first, Johnny." She scolds, mockingly.
What happened to you, Mother? Who took your smile away?
My child-form, however, does not care as he soon runs to the other room. Hopping on the couch, he turns on the television. Random cartoons that no one has seen for nearly thirty or so years flash by.
I hear a door open and for the first time in my adult life…I see my father. I remember my father.
He's tall, but not thin like me. He's broad shouldered and wears a ruffled business suit. Deep-set eyes of navy stare at me with tiredness, very much older than Mother is. He gives a tired smile before going into the kitchen.
"Daddy?" Child-me questions.
"Daddy needs to talk to Mommy for a second."
"Okay, Daddy!" Child-me watches television while I want to know what's happening. Hushed voices are in the kitchen. I can no longer hear my mother's cheerful voice. What is wrong…?
"You're too young to get THAT sort of job!" My father's voice calls over the television. Finally, Child-me does what I want. Find out what is going on.
Child-me walks over and looks into the kitchen. Father's face is full of anger while Mother's is calm.
"I am not young enough to have a child." She counters. "I don't want him to starve."
"He won't."
"Your pay can't help him."
"Are you saying my money isn't good enough?"
"NO!" She looks around to make sure Child-me didn't hear. However not seeing the two eyes staring at her, she continues. "I'm saying we just need a little bit more money. That's why I'm getting a job."
"A job to sell yourself."
"What else can I get?" Tears start to fall from her eyes.
"…I'm sorry but I just don't…"
"I'm only twenty-six, Brad[2]." Wait…if she's twenty-six…she had to have me when she was…no…sixteen. Child-me continues to listen, tears filling our eyes. "I had to dropout of school to help raise Johnny."
"I never asked you to do that!"
"No! But it called for it!" She growled, this time anger on her face. "Please…it's his birthday, don't spoil it."
"Fine!"
"Fine." He leaves the room going to where their bedroom is, no doubt. A loud slam echoes through the small house. Mother slides down from the side of the wall do the ground, tears gently falling down her youthful face.
"Mommy?" Child-me walks into the kitchen. She looks surprised. "Mommy…what's wrong?"
"Nothing Johnny. Me and Daddy just had a fight. Don't worry about it." She opened her arms to me. "Come to me Johnny."
Child-me walks into her arms, being held. She strokes my hair and whispers happy things into my ear. Calming a child's heart, but not calming mine.
I hear my child-self think. Mommy…why did Daddy take away your smile?
Yes…why did he?
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TBC?
C&C are welcome!
[2] I love the name Brad, end of story.
Okay for those of you I might have confused. Johnny is seeing everything from when he was 10 years old. So he's seeing this from his ten-year old self. So, he's talking all adultish but his child-form can't hear him and just does what happened in the past. Get it? I hope I didn't lose too many people there.
Thoughts = Child Johnny
Thoughts, talking = Adult Johnny
This goes on until Johnny is 13 years old…when the tragedy happens, mainly key points of the Johnny's past. But is it as Johnny thinks it is? Bum, buh, buh!
Don't hate me!!!!