Owen holds the little baby in his arms, staring at him with contempt. A mix of emotions flies in and out of his mind. Anger. Misery. Not happiness. The doctor sadly announced that this boy will not live very long, since his condition is too fragile. The little boy has already opened his eyes, to his surprise, revealing eyes as black as his wife's. He has Owen's face and has Victoria's nose.
He turns to the right, facing the nurse next to him. "Did…did my wife give him a name?"
Nurse Karla sighs and shakes her head. "She was about to say it, but then-"
"Yes, yes I see" Owen interrupts, impatient. "But what was she going to say?"
She rubs her head. "She said a name, starting with an "elle" but then she collapsed. Possibly she was saying Elliot, Ellison, or something."
Owen studies the infant. "I'm going to name him L. The letter. Right now, he is my life, and L is the letter that 'life' starts with. Even though his lifespan won't be as long as I want it."
.:.:.:.
I'm alive. I actually escaped them…
I stare into the mirror in the day care bathroom. My father, Owen (he allows me to call him that) says that my face is like Victoria's, along with eyes as dark as hers. Spiky, unruly hair covers almost half my face.
To be basic, my name is L. L Lawliet. I am four. When I was in preschool, the teachers saw me rewriting "The Raven" poem by Edgar Allen Poe on my coloring book, so I was moved up. I didn't get it. I like the poem, what kind of punishment was that?
The kids at kindergarten make fun of me for having a girl's name, thinking it's "Elle", not the letter. They just don't understand. That's what I tell myself everyday when I stand before the large doors of the school every morning.
I am also unhealthy. That's what the doctors say. Underweight, almost anorexic, and I almost never sleep.
Sadness flows through my veins, but my reflection doesn't show it. I grimace as I hear those voices again.
"Hey, where's that wimp?" The voices of the kindergarteners appear again outside the door.
A boy named Billy laugh. "Hiding in the bathroom, I think." He opens the door and he sees me.
I start whimpering. "Leave me alone."
Billy smirks. "No." He reaches for me and grabs for my face, and I do something I shouldn't have.
I kick him as hard as I could in the stomach.
Billy screams as he doubles over in pain, trying to breathe. "Ow! Oww!" Tears appear on his eyes. "I'm telling my mom!" He runs away and his thugs follow him, giving me afraid looks.
As soon as they disappear, I sigh. He is truly disgusting. I reach into my pocket and take out a piece of custard cake, and I bite into it.
Much better.