And it's torturing me

But I can't break free

So I cry and cry but just won't get it out

The silent scream

A small little baby was sitting in the middle of the floor, her hazel eyes were looking all around at everything, curious about every little item that was everywhere. Cecilia was born during october, her birthday was the end of the month. Currently she is now only a year old. She was inside one of those baby pens with a toy or two thrown inside, her little black poof of a hair was messily combed. She wasn't allowed to walk around or play outside of this pen, her mom said she'll make too much noise when she was trying to study. The baby stood up, using the bars as support so she won't fall on her face again, she giggled happily when she saw her mother walk past the pen. Maybe she was going to pick her up again. "M-ma!" she was learning words, not very well since the only time she heard talking was when Nora was on the phone.

Nora, the 20 year old, just stared at the girl who was trying to call her. "No Cecilia. I'm only leaving my bedroom to get some food." She shook her head in unbelief, she thought the child would understand that she was too busy to play with her right now. Young Cecilia fell down to her rear and started to cry, rather loudly at that. Nora groaned in frustration as she went back to in front of the baby jail, her hands on her hips. "Did you fall? Don't cry over something like that!" she was trying to teach her child that falling down should hurt enough for her to cry like that. Cecilia responded by crying even louder, her tears falling down her chubby little face. "What is your problem child?" Nora yelled at the baby, which caused her to flinch and stay quiet, she started to sniffle a bit.

Just as she was about to see her mom walk away from her again, her stomach made a strange feeling. It sounded like a little monster was in her belly, she wanted something to eat. Nora heard that rumbling and sighed softly, "You're hungry... great." She didn't want to deal with it at the moment, she was in her second year of law school, plus a job. So she had no time to study and when she did, she was forced to look after this little one. Grumbling something about being so much trouble for someone so small, she made the bottle and made sure it wasn't too hot or the child would just start crying again.

Nora placed the bottle on the counter, she wanted to make a sandwich before giving her the bottle. It was only fair, in her mind at least. Cecilia was eyeing the blue and white bottle, she knew what was in there, she figured that out after a little while. The child knew it was food, it made her feel better than when her stomach was roaring at her. Finished with her food, Nora grabbed the bottle and dropped it in the pen when she walked by, taking a bite of her ham sandwich.

Cecilia was so happy her mother loved her enough to give her something that made her happy. Crawling over to the food, falling on her face a few times, she managed to get the reward for being a good baby. Using her tiny hands, she picked it up and was sitting down once more, but when she lifted it to her face, she flopped onto her back. Food and a nap, her mommy knew everything! She closed her eyes and started to drink the food that was given to her, falling asleep half way through the bottle in her hands.

A small 4 year old was sitting on the couch with a stuffed animal in her tiny hands, her hazel eyes watching her mother talk on the phone. "Yes! I graduated at the top of my class with a four-year bachelor's degree." Nora noticed that her daughter was watching her with her similar eyes, she turned her back to the toddler and went over to the kitchen. Her conversation over the phone confused Cecilia, but she didn't mind it. Her mother let her out of the baby pen, well, let her out was not how it really happened. Cecilia broke the pen when she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Mamma's... busy..." she mumbled sadly, holding the little lizard to her face. She still didn't talk very much, she had no reason to. She was pretty lonely most of the time but the toy that her mother gave her for her birthday two months ago. She scooted over to the edge of the couch, she wanted to watch the clouds outside from the little apartment building they were in. Landing on her feet, she wobbly walked over to the window that she could barely see out of. Blowing her bangs from her face, she wondered why her mommy had pretty hair while she had messy black hair.

She heard her mom walk back into the room, she was still on the phone. "Nate! Nate! I got into law school!" she was so excited talking to that object, maybe it was important to her mom. She knew she had a father, she didn't know who or what he was, but Nora mentioned it. Once. When she was waiting one day in the doctor's office. Cecilia was hugging to her lizard when she waddled over to Nora, a confused look on her face. "You hungry Cecilia?" She shook her messy head.

Nora shrugged then walked off into the tiny kitchen, looking for something to give the child while she was talking to Nate. "What? You want to talk to her? She might break the phone if I give it to her.." she really didn't want to give up the few minutes she was able to talk to her husband but she couldn't say no to a father wanting to talk to his daughter. "Okay, okay." Placing her hand over the speaker, she took a deep breath and yelled for her daughter. Cecilia jumped a bit, shaking from the sudden loud noise coming from her mom when she was already next to her. Looking down, Nora noticed that her daughter was next to her the whole time. She kneeled down, holding the phone out to her, a worried look in her hazel eyes.

Cecilia has placed the lizard on the floor carefully and took the rather large phone in her hands. Nora went off to get something to eat for the both of them. Cecilia sat down next to her toy, putting the phone to her ear, and mostly her face. "Cecilia, darling?" Cecilia didn't say anything but only gave out a "huh" noise from her little self. "It's your daddy! Hey, there sweetie!" Cecilia was confused, who was this person in this little thing, he sounded so nice! She liked him right away, she giggled happily, a toddler enjoying this moment. "You're so adorable my little angel. Can you tell me who I am?"

Cecilia titled her head in confusion, she wondered who he was but hoped it was her dad. "D. D.. Daddy?" She tried to remember the word she heard before, she hoped she got it right. Hearing the happiness in his voice, it made her even happier than before. "Yes, baby girl! I'm your daddy!" Cecilia squealed in happiness, her mom giving her a glare from the stove. She didn't care, she was talking to her daddy. She kept saying her dad's name, over and over again, daddy. "Oh my sweet little girl, I love you very much. I bet you have mommy's eyes." Cecilia didn't understand what he said but she just giggled some more, she liked talking to him. She heard another guy in the background, she wondered what they were saying. "Cilia, can I talk to mommy? I have to say bye bye now." Cecilia looked a bit sadden at that, she said "Okay daddy... I.. love you?" she tried repeating the phrase he told her. He sounded choked up when he said: "I love up too very much."

Getting up from the floor, she went to her mom and tugged on her dress. Nora looked down and saw her daughter offering the phone to her. Quickly yanking the phone from her little hands, Cecilia went back to grab her toy and to wait for lunch. Going over to the couch again, she tossed her lizard up on it so she can crawl up. She was a bit too short to jump on it with the lizard in her arms.

Trying to comb her messy black hair down into twin braids, the 8 year old Cecilia was watching herself in the mirror. The color of her eyes reminded her so much of her mother, mixtures of brown and blue with a small hint of green, she wondered why she got her eyes. She didn't really like that, she wondered why instead of her kind father's, she ended up getting her mom's. Looking at braids, done messily, she grinned softly. Her baby fat was still lingering her face, but it was slowly going away. Opening the water in the faucet, she pulled her toothbrush from the little white cup in the corner.

She squeezed some toothpaste onto to the brush and started to clean her teeth. She didn't like the minty taste it had but she rather gets it over with and not have a bad breath day at school. Spitting out the white foam, she washed out her mouth and toothbrush. Seeing that she got some foam on her cheek somehow, she cupped her hands under the cold running water and splashed it on her face. After turning off the faucet, she dried her face with her little pink dress that her mom gave her.

Heading into her room, she didn't like this dress, but she didn't really have many clothes to wear. Walking to the rather large bed, she went on all fours to go under the bed. Pulling out a small brown box, Cilia smiled happily, as she ripped it open. Today was her birthday and the last time she spoke to her dad, he told her to open it on her 8th birthday. Which was today. October 31. Halloween. Sticking her hand in the present, she pulled out a small hairpin. It was pretty girly, pink and full of sparkles but she loved it. It had a red heart in the middle of a pink bow. She opened it and tried to clip it to her bangs that were always in her face on the right side for some reason.

Moving the box carefully under the bed, along with the others he sent her on her birthday since she was 5, she headed to the living room. Messing with the dress, she really didn't like it very much, she looked around for her mom. It was 7 in the morning on a Saturday, she shouldn't be at work yet. She did just start at a law firm, though... Walking to the kitchen, she noticed a little sticky note on the white fridge writing for her. Jumping up to grab it from on the freezer section, she started to read it.

"Dear Cecilia.

Your mother has to go into work early today due to my boss giving me a huge case to work on. So I had to leave around 6, I didn't want to wake you up. I didn't have a gift to give you, so I decided to let you sleep in would be your present."

Cecilia stopped reading the note and shook her head in confusion, she woke up at 6:30. It wasn't much of a sleeping in moment. She started to read the note again, her mother's handwriting was very pretty she had to admit.

"I didn't have enough time to cook you lunch for when you woke up, so you have to cook yourself something. There's ham, cheese, and bread for a nice sandwich. Chips are in the cabinet, so get a chair and grab some. We have some Nuka-Cola in the fridge, I know how much children love to drink that. Don't make a more of a mess in the house, it's dirty enough from me frantically searching for my keys that you must have played with. And lost."

Cecilia looked rather offended that her mother would accuse her of losing her keys when she saw her mom putting them in the fridge. She was drinking last night to celebrate her first case won, it was something about a homicide, she didn't know anything else other than that.

"I'll be back later tonight around 9. But I'm not back by 10, I'll be spending the night at work again.

Your mother,

Nora."

Cecilia was tempted to crumble up the paper that held the note that her mother wrote for her but she just placed it down on the table. Touching the little pink bow in her hair, she smiled sadly. She wanted to see her dad in person, but she knew that she had to wait two more years before that. Heading over to the fridge, she saw some bacon and eggs in the fridge, she wasn't supposed to use the stove, but she wanted something warm.

So grabbing the stuff that she needed to make some breakfast for her, she wondered if she could try to make a veggie omelet. She had it once, a bit, that her mom gave her when she couldn't finish what she bought home when working at the diner. She remembered tomatoes, onions, and mushrooms. Her little arms were full of the veggies as she was trying to look around for the cutting board. "There it is!" She went to the cutting board that was located next to the stove, she dumped all the food on the clean wood.

Pulling open the knife drawer, she wondered which knife would be perfect to cut the mushrooms and onions she had picked out. Swallowing softly, she shakily pulled out a rather large knife, it was a bit bigger than her hand. "Okay, okay. I can do this... I hope." She mumbled to herself, trying to give herself some courage, she never used a knife before. She was taller than the cutting board but not tall enough to be able to chop properly.

Not knowing how to use the knife, she was cutting with her fingers sped out over the mushroom. Not paying attention to where her fingers where she nearly chopped the tip off of her digits on her left hand. "Ouch!" she dropped the knife from a reflex, it fell to the floor with a clatter. She put her sore fingers in her mouth, sucking gently. She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what she did wrong. Her mom did this all the time, did she do something with the knife? Leaning downwards, she grabbed the knife with her other hand. Placing it back on the cutting board, she wondered if it was because her mom was left handed that it worked.

Taking her fingers out of her mouth, she didn't bother drying them as the saliva dripped down her hand. Grasping the handle of the blade, she didn't think it being slippery being anything wrong. So using holding on the mushroom with her right hand, she took a deep breath and started to cut it. Her left hand slipped and the point of the blade nearly pierced her palm. "Jeeze! I almost got hurt again... But it worked at least." she smiled at her progress so far. Next was a tomato, she tried to get it to cut but the blade didn't want to cut through the red shiny skin. "I should hold it!" she thought to herself, not seeing anything wrong with it.

Grabbing the tomato and holding it in her palm, she gently pricked the skin of the tomato. The juices ran down the red side, dripping onto her hand. She figured that's how it was supposed to go, she started to poke at it a bit, the juices kept running down her hand. Putting it back on the cutting board, she put the knife back next to the messily chopped and poked food. Turning on the fire to the stove, she waited a few seconds before dropping the veggies into the pan. Not sure how long to keep it cooking in there before adding eggs, she counted 2 minutes. Breaking the eggs inside, she didn't see a rather large chunk of shell drop in the food she was making.

Using a fork from the drawer, she started to move around the food, trying her best to get the eggs and whole tomato from the bottom of the pan. It wasn't working very well. Around 10 minutes later, she turned off the fire and looked at the strange meal she made. It was nothing that looked like what she had before, it looked more like dirt. Using the fork, she grabbed a small piece and blew on it. Taking the bite, she spat it out almost as soon as it hit her tongue, not only that it burned, it tasted horrible. Dropping the fork into the pan, she stuck out her tongue in disgust. "Nasty..." she whined softly, going back to the fridge to look for a juice box. She'll clean this up after she's done with her juice... Although she doesn't have to clean it up till tomorrow night, her mom was sure to stay at work , her mom was sure to stay at work tonight.