A/N: new cover is up, credits goes to the original owners, i just googled and photoshopped it :)
credits to Elle for having such a brilliant mind in writing *high five*
DISCLAIMER: Fifth chapter of Lies, Elements and Attractions... all original ideas
Chapter V
“Where’re we goin, mommy?”
I am at the back of the car. I have crayon marks on my hand and some on my skirt. Daddy’s driving in front of me and mommy’s seated beside him. I look at my my right—I’m happy that Bee’s not beside me.
“We’re gonna fetch your big sister at Gram’s, sweetheart. How’s your drawing going?”
I gave my drawing to mommy. I drew our family with Bee. Daddy is in his favorite suit that I colored black-blue. Daddy is holding me on my hand. I’m wearing my favorite yellow tutu and I’m holding mommy’s hand in my other hand. I drew mommy in her white clothes with a ste-stos-scope around her neck. Bee is at the corner of the paper with her dirty and messy hair and angry face. Bee is wearing her dirty broken red dress.
“Oh sweetheart, Bee’s your new big sister now. You should love her.” Mommy frowned.
But I don’t like Bee. She’s mean and she always cuts my hair. Daddy always gets mad at her when she does that. I like it when daddy gets mad at Bee but she screams that my ears hurt. Bee is very loud and always mad. She’s scary.
“Yetterdays ago, Bee bitted my arm. It hurts and there's red.” I put my arms up so daddy can see.
“Maybe we should just make her stay at mom’s for a while, honey. She had a bad start in life. Mom’s good with kids like that.” Daddy took my arm where Bee left her teeth marks. “And I don’t want her hurting our little angel.”
“Oh Daniel, we need to help her. She’s alone and scared. We can guide her, honey.” Mommy smiled but it’s a sad-smile. I don’t like it when mommy’s sad. Daddy took mommy’s hand and looked at her and then at me.
“HOLY SHIT!”
I giggled. “Mommy! Daddy said a bad word. Mommy?!”
A big truck pushed our car. I can hear mommy screaming. I’m scared. Everything is loud. The inside is rolling. The floor is on my head. There are pretty diamonds all around me. The lights of the big truck is hurting my eyes.There’s red everywhere. My crayons.
...
Thunder.
I woke up. My heart's beating fast. I can't breathe. It’s just a dream. It’s all just a dream.
Those nightmares are back. I’ve asked mom and dad a million times about that, but they told me maybe I just saw it on TV when I was young and I got so scared that I had it on repeat in my mind. Hm. Makes sense. I can’t get it off my mind ever since I remember. I was, I think seven when I first had those dreams. Well that’s an awful way to start my awful week—hell week.
It has been almost four months of crazy studying, batshit crazy friends, and making-me-crazy-Josh. Time flew by so fast and hell week is preparing its grand entrance. Fuck the midterm examination week, I'm ready with my full zombie gear: all-nighters, skipped meals, impaired communication skills, and may be a gun just in case. You know why? Because:
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