Author's note: sorry it took me so long to write this. I'm never satisfied with my work anymore. I'm trying to make it perfect. I want to spend more time on every chapter because lately I've been lazy and rush to the details. I want to give you all something much more. I want you all to be able to smell, taste, touch, hear, and see what I write. I want to make you feel what the characters feel. Please take the time to look over this and comment. I know you want me to rush, but you have to admit you like it better when I actually put time into it. Hope you like this chapter. REVIEW OR ELSE!
I must warn you if you are easily upset by vivid violent images do not read this chapter. It may disturb you.
"Rebecca, have I taught you nothing about manners?" I nearly shouted. "I do not respect that tone of voice."
Rebecca squealed in anger, but I didn't give in. I had pitied her too long. It was about time for me to start putting my foot down.
"Rebecca when I tell you no, it means no. Do you hear me?" I scolded.
She only moaned as if to ask, "do I have to?"
"Rebecca!" I growled. "Answer me Rebecca!" No answer came. The only sound that filled the room was the churning of the wind as it swirled in from the opened window and impelled the lean curtain forward.
"Rebecca, I'm waiting," I tried to say patiently even though I was on the brake of going insane.
I waited for a few more moments drawing in slow breaths to maintain my sanity. Then it dawned on me that I had absolutely no way to punish her. Erik and I are all that she has. I couldn't threaten to take away her food, or do something terrible such as ignore her. We're all she has. I continued to wait for her to answer, or make some type of noise to acknowledge her presence, but none came.
"Rebecca?" I called out. There was something about her silence that just wasn't right. A voice whispered somewhere deep within my thoughts a warning I wished to prove wrong. The feeling wasn't a result of occurrences, I guess it could be called prophecy, but all I know is somehow I knew something wasn't right.
I slowly walked closer to the crib and paused before I could see her. I bit my lip and closed my eyes praying that she was alright. Before I could gain the strength to open my eyes by myself, a new sound filled the room. A very faint, high pitched struggle for air from a familiar voice pried my eyes open. I dashed towards the crib instinctively searching her helpless body. It had taken me a moment to realize that I was truly seeing what lay before my eyes. Her body shook back and forth. She had moved!
Then I realized something about her movement that caused my wounded heart to open again. With this, I believe all I had left of a heart was tattered to shreds. I screamed out loud in horror of what lie in front of me.
There is only one sound that frightens me. I had only heard such a heart breaking scream once before. I want so badly to forget the most painful vision I had ever experienced. The look of complete lament on the woman's face that means everything to me as I failed to protect her and fell wounded to the ground now came to me in such vivid detail. Not only had it been painful when the blade had sliced through my stomach, her scream had wounded me far worse. The expression of such a delicate creature's pain is like the sound of angels mourning.
Her porcelain body deserves to be handled with care. She was someone that deserved slow tender love making and constant attention. Someone that was one with me was in pain. Her scream now rings in my ears scorching my mind.
With that I ran without question. I carelessly shoved any obstacles that dared to stand in my way wishing I could move faster. Once or twice I fell to the floor in my rush to answer her call. None of this mattered to me now. Even when the breath was knocked from my chest I picked myself up and carried on.
My emotions had broken my judgment. All I could hear were her cries. The sound of her screams clawed at my heart causing me to cry out in pain. I knew that there had to be something wrong. Such a painful sound could not express joy. Such a sound could only be expressed in complete terror. She had abandoned all dignity to express such a hopeless feeling.
When I had finally reached the point were the sounds were conceived I froze were I stood. The site sent a wave of nausea through my body. I covered my mouth as I began to gag. My skull felt as if it were being pressed in on both sides by a massive weight, slowly squeezing my brain in attempt to cause me a slow painful death. My feet gave under my weight and I leaned on the doorway to keep myself from collapsing. I struggled not to pass out from the horror that lay before me.
Addie sat on the floor with her feet bended at the knees in front of her. Her tear-streaked masses of hair clung tightly to her face. She rocked back and forth yelling Rebecca's name.
Now what emotion had captured me? Was it perhaps regret? As memories came flooding through once more, I found myself asking if I had truly treated her as the angel she was. I had hated God with such color for so many years. No I find myself asking if perhaps this is some type of punishment for not praising him for my gifts.
Now the vision of her helpless dead body lay before me. I could see the rope markings engraved in my hands. My night mirror is living flesh before my eyes.
I raced towards my child's trembling body. Her small form shook violently. Her eyes were rolled in the back of her head exposing only the white of her eyes. The sound of Addie's blood chilling screams added to the horror.
She was having a seizer.
The only thing I could bare to mouth was, "Oh God no."
