Here is the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I, Elana Vital, do not own any of the terms or characters from the Invader Zim TV show. I've only admired them :)
Sally found it hard to keep up with her new adopted son. Though he was smart enough to talk, he was still very young minded. And another problem she found was that he seemed to be very hungry, but no matter what she offered him to eat, be it warm milk, formula, strained peas, pureed chicken, or even fish food, he would take one sniff and wrinkle his face with disgust, pushing it away. Sally was worn ragged. She had taken a week off work to devote her time into finding some way to feed this kid. But nothing worked, and the poor little thing grew more and more agitated.Sally's landlord threatened to call the police if she didn't stop his noise soon, for as a result of his crying the entire apartment building suffered two power outtages, and the neighboors were beginning to complain.
One very tiresome evening, Sally was sitting dejected in the middle of the living room floor amidst a rather large mess, when suddenly out of the blue, the little smeet's crying stopped alltogether. Sally rose, baffled. She followed to where the cries had been coming from. The little smeet was sitting in the bathroom floor, lapping up some sort of puddle of liquid, gurgling contentedly. When Sally stepped into the bathroom her eyes and nose instantly filled with water and burned. Her lungs stung horribly.
Entire bottles of bleach, ammonia, and other things were poured across the floor. And the little green baby was drinking it!
"Oh my god! No!", she shouted, scooping him up. But she instantly screamed with pain as the mixture dribbled down the baby's chin and onto her shoulder. The fabric of her flannel shirt burned away immediately, and the sking underneith blistered and bled with a sickening sizzling sound and the smell of burning flesh.
Sally fell to the ground in the hallway outside of the bathroom door, wipinng frantically at her shoulder, but the burning wouldn't stop. Sally screamed, writhing wildly, bashing her forehead on the corner of the bathroom door.The baby tumbled and rolled back into the bathroom, stunned.
"Mommy! Mommy, booboo!" he cried, quickly throwing open the cabinet under the sink. He grabbed a jar of petroleum jelly and pulled out a big glop, rushing over to Sally. He spread it over her open wound. The burning stopped, the pain dulling away until it ceased alltogether. Sally sat up, panting.
"No more booboo, mommy," said the little green infant, gingerly wrapping his arms around her neck, kissing her cheek. "Poor, poor mommy."
Sally could only sit there with her back to the wall, with her strange little baby strattling her belly, his chin resting on her good shoulder. Suddenly, there was a thump thump thump at the door.
"Miss Bledsoe? Miss Bledsoe, are you alright in there?!"
Throwing a towel over her bloody greasy shoulder, Sally stumbled to the front door. It was her landlord, Mr. Kenners.
"Oh, h-hello, Mr. Kenners..."
"Sally, what's going on in there? I heard screaming."
" Oh, I'm sorry. That was me. I-I, uh...I had a little accident. I was boiling water for spaghetti, and I spilled it all over myself."
"Boiling water, huh?" the old man said, eyeing her suspiciously."Your forehead's bleeding."
Sally's hand went immediately to her forehead, drawing back fingertips smeared with bright red blood.
"Oh, well, that's how I spilled it. I hit my head on the cabinet and fell back."
The old man just stared at her for a full minute before saying:
"Well, you'd better get that looked at." Then he walked away down the hall.
Sally closed the door and leaned against it. She turned to see the little smeet standing behind her, blinking up at her with his big, round, ruby eyes.
"Well", she said, "I guess we should head on out to the emergency room."
I hope to be uploading these next two chapters today as my time's running out. Hope you guys like it.
Thank you
E.V.