Short Story #1

^Child Looking in a Mirror painting by Elizabeth Louise Vigée le Brun (1755—1842^


Plattypus
Short Story 1

Observant

She said nothing, she just stared at me with her huge doe eyes. She was nine years old and looked absolutely beautiful. She wore a shawl around her head to cover the scars. She had surgery about a month ago, and I can tell that she is getting worse. Her health started improving once they removed the tumor. She is having trouble remembering how to do things. It took her about three hours to put on her dress this morning. Her mother had to help her tie the sash. She always stares at me, but never speaks. I am the one that helps her with many of her problems. She confides in me whenever she feels the need, but she never asks how I feel.

(Break)

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The scars are healing, but my ... still hurts. I forgot how to tie knots, but I still manage to tie the ... around my head. Every day I know that what I say is wrong. I mix up words all the time, but I know inside what I mean. Sometimes my ... scolds me, she thinks I am just playing around. She always yells “I raised you, and I know you are rebellious. Can you please take the lord's forgiveness and heal? Ever since I breastfed you, you acted up. Girl, you must stay away from the Devil!”. She typically ... like that for about an hour, but then I go to .... I must go check if the staples are reopening or not, my head .... like its bleeding.

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Here she comes again, staring at me. She always checks and picks at her scalp. She always comes to me when she needs someone to check her. I always reassure that she is fine. I worry so much about her, I think I may love her. When you get into someone else's shoes, and help them with a lot of their problems, and act as if you were them to solve the problem, you start to become them. I know it sounds strange, but sometimes I think am her, only with slight differences. I know it sounds somewhat bizarre, but I am much like her. Oh, she left again, leaving me in the dark. She didn't even say goodbye.

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I feel really sick again, like when I had the tumor. It might be growing back. The doctor told me “Sometimes cookies grow back, when you have cancer tumors can grow back.” I am really scared. I don't know if it came back or not, but if I see the doctor again, my mom will think I am not doing genius things, and deserve this punishment from Him. Oh yeah, it's my birthday today, I am turning four. I wonder where Daddy is?

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Eventually, today she found me. It looks as if her tumor is growing back, so I tried to show her everything I could, I mean, as best as a mute can. I do hope her health comes back soon...shes starting to become unstable. Her frame of time is warped. Her father is still alive, she is four years old, but the cancer still exists. She sometime cries for those that are dead or don't exist. I can feel her pain echo throughout my slight frame. Her mother may not know this, but I spend more time with the child than I do the mother. Some may be scared of my influence on her, but I swear to you, I am nothing of harm. Sometimes, I help show her a fantasy. I don't try to, but when she looks at me, she can only see what she wants to see. Sometimes she sees me, and she looks healthy. Other times, she can see people she hasn't seen in years. It is amazing what young children have to endure these days
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I remember now. Grandma is baking cookies, Grandpa is feeding the unicorn. I am on Daddy's shoulders and Mommy is still happy. We are all in Ireland. We are on our Summer Trip. The snow is wonderful. Daddy just got hung. Mommy is crying. Grandma is dead, Daddy is reading her will. Grandpa is dead too, he had the flu. Daddy said “Hi” to the mailman. Mommy is going to church now. I am alone again. Kitty is dead. Mommy isn't eating again. I love Daddy. I miss him. He is calling me.
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She is falling down a steep path. Her mother thinks I am the root of this evil, and blames the Devil for possessing her daughter. The Devil may have held hands with the father, but God is leading the girl out of this Hell of a world. I do hope that wherever this girl goes, she regains her peace.

I was dropped. Shards of me went everywhere. I was swept up like I was unimportant.