The Littlest Sang

Chapter One ~ Destiny Babies

The world looked bleak. The buildings and houses along the road had been built for necessity rather than with passion and love. All were basic cubes and rectangles with dim, flickering lights and dark shadows passing by the windows as people walked by. 

Sang, so fragile and tiny, didn't see what others would see. Her green eyes were wide with hope and fear alike, tears pooling in her eyes, slowly trickling down. She recognized that these buildings, were outside buildings, and outside buildings were happy homes with happy families inside. Maybe one of those families would see her inside the fast-driving car and offer her a place with them. Sang didn't know what it would be like, and she feared that it would be just as terrible as her current life, but she wanted to be happy. She wanted to be in a happy family. Was that too much to ask for?

It probably was.

They'd been driving for hours upon hours, yet Sang couldn't help but keep staring out the window wondering if there was anyone who saw her. What would they even see? Perhaps nothing but a blur. The car she was in took turns fast that either threw her into the side door or nearly sent her sprawling to the floor of the large van. She wanted to put the seatbelt on, but she was too short for it, it just cut into her neck uncomfortably. 

The driver wasn't sad and crying like Sang was, instead he was mad, with scowling eyebrows and an angry flushed face. She wanted to ask where they were going, wanted to ask why her stepmom and dad had yelled and screamed at her before tossing her into the van. She wanted to know what she'd done wrong, wondered if she was going to the place all the bad children were sent—the place that Marie had been sent to.

Had she really been that bad?

Sang had always tried to be good.

Eventually, the driver glanced back at her, and Sang's too-intelligent eyes looked back at him hesitantly not minding the soundless tears that kept blurring her vision. Her head slowly cocked to the side, some of her long blonde hair falling into her face, Sang didn't know much, but she knew a driver was supposed to look at the road when driving.

In anger, the driver turned back around and hit the steering wheel. He swore angry words that Sang had heard many times before. He kept hitting the wheel over and over and over looking like a rabid animal as a conscious he didn't know he had sparked within him. His foul words blurred together until he was just making angry sounds. He slammed on the brakes just in time to jerk the wheel to the side to send them down the road he was supposed to take.

Sang, being woefully unprepared, fell out of her torn and dirty seat and onto the floor. She caught herself with her hands, but her head still struck the middle console with a throbbing bang. Not even missing a beat, as soon as the turn was completed, Sang pushed herself up until she was back in her seat, the driver unaware of what had happened—not that he would have cared. Except for a faint frown on her face from the pain, Sang didn't acknowledge the new throbbing ache.

The driver started to sweat as he acknowledged what he was doing and the dangers it would bring him. He knew his orders all too well: drive a few states away, go into the middle of nowhere, kill the child, and bury it somewhere no one would find. 

Easy, something he'd done numerous times—but this child was different somehow. She was too young, but her eyes held an impossible amount of intelligence something that unnerved the driver. It was as if she knew exactly what was happening. She wasn't bawling annoyingly in the back seat, nor screaming, she didn't even speak, but she didn't seem broken mentally like some of the others. Her gaze wasn't blank, or dead, it was startingly full of life with an energy and vibrancy hidden behind the film of tears in her eyes.

Even with those differences, there was something else about her, she wasn't like the others. It was strange, the driver felt like the child wasn't normal, he felt as if there was a higher being using the child's eyes to see through them. It felt like the child was judging his soul, weighing the punishment he'd get in the afterlife with the distance and awareness unnatural for anyone, but especially for a child so young.