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Authors: Mark Matthews
Tags: Horror
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This was going to happen. He flicked the needle. Pointed towards my arm.
“Y ou got the sweetest blue veins my sweet.”
The prick of my skin, and blood was mixing inside the syringe.
A rush went straight from the needle into my spine. An ocean of warm spread from my back and washed over the defects and emptiness inside of me. No longer sick. No longer hungry. Like a hug from a mom—that’s what this was. This feeling was something I had been waiting for since the day I was born—the magic to make me feel better. Life wasn’t always fair, but now it was.
Nelson looked at my eyes with a knowing smile. I smiled back and lay on the carpet next to Joey. I pushed the mobile and watched the sea of plastic fish swim above me. I picked him up and his skin felt warm against mine. I looked at his face full of dark black skin and pretended that I had the same color skin on me. Like I was his mother. He slept in my arms.
Days went on like this. The weather got colder. School days felt sicker. Boys came by and talked to me. I know they were just teasing me, or pretending to tease me because they wouldn’t admit to really liking me. But they talked to me more than before. I was normal. I held back my defective heart beats all day long. Held on while it pumped defective blood all day, until I could go home.
Even if my door was open after school, I dropped off my backpack, and I went next door to Nelsons. My auntie was there, and still they fought. That was okay, giving me the H was somehow part of Nelson’s fight against her. I took his side with silent shakes of my head or laughing at him when he mimicked the way she talked. I saw his feet turn darker shades of purple and swell up. I got used to his grey, swirling eyes—as long as he could put the Medicine in me.
Then the day came that ch anged. I walked home from school and the blue Escort was gone from its usual spot. I hoped that it was just stolen or that they drove together to the store for cigarettes and would be right back. When I checked, and nobody was there at the house, I knew something was wrong.
I sat on the porch. Cars drove by full of boys who I know sold drugs. Girls were with them. Still I waited. Each sound of an engine I thought was the blue Escort. Each minute became the minute before they got there. This was all wrong. Even if they did get home, I may not get anything. Things started to ache inside of me. I looked at my arms, which were just tiny bones with veins in between. They needed to be fed.
I waited . Shadows crept on the house across the street. My dad’s car pulled up before Uncle Nelson’s did.
“I’m waiting for Joey,” I said to my Dad before he could even ask.
“Don’t go anywhere else but there, and come right home.”
I said okay. He went inside. A long time passed. Cars that came down the street had their headlights on. The grey clouds in the sky turned into a blanket of dark all around. Finally, a pair of headlights pulled in front of Nelsons. Auntie was driving. Joey was in a car seat in the back. No Nelson.
Auntie walked up the driveway carrying the baby seat.
“ You here again child? We were at the hospital. They keeping Uncle Nelson. Maybe couple weeks this time. Maybe they have to amputate his leg. Maybe not until they get the drugs out of him. Maybe Methadone. You wouldn’t know about all that though. You around to watch Joey? We sure appreciate you coming by here like this. Nelson said he been paying you, but I don’t know if he’s been lying? How much he paying you?”
The warm hug was gone.
Chapter Eight: Jervis Nabs a Junky
5 days to check day. 3547. The card was still in his pocket. He had ID for food. He paced and listened. He had no choice, the voices were screaming from his insides:
“You’re still alive Jervis? You’re evil you know that? You’re a devil. A red devil. Look at how you rage when you get mad. Cut yourself. Cut yourself right. Be done with it. Cut your own neck. Cut it and watch
“Y ou got the sweetest blue veins my sweet.”
The prick of my skin, and blood was mixing inside the syringe.
A rush went straight from the needle into my spine. An ocean of warm spread from my back and washed over the defects and emptiness inside of me. No longer sick. No longer hungry. Like a hug from a mom—that’s what this was. This feeling was something I had been waiting for since the day I was born—the magic to make me feel better. Life wasn’t always fair, but now it was.
Nelson looked at my eyes with a knowing smile. I smiled back and lay on the carpet next to Joey. I pushed the mobile and watched the sea of plastic fish swim above me. I picked him up and his skin felt warm against mine. I looked at his face full of dark black skin and pretended that I had the same color skin on me. Like I was his mother. He slept in my arms.
Days went on like this. The weather got colder. School days felt sicker. Boys came by and talked to me. I know they were just teasing me, or pretending to tease me because they wouldn’t admit to really liking me. But they talked to me more than before. I was normal. I held back my defective heart beats all day long. Held on while it pumped defective blood all day, until I could go home.
Even if my door was open after school, I dropped off my backpack, and I went next door to Nelsons. My auntie was there, and still they fought. That was okay, giving me the H was somehow part of Nelson’s fight against her. I took his side with silent shakes of my head or laughing at him when he mimicked the way she talked. I saw his feet turn darker shades of purple and swell up. I got used to his grey, swirling eyes—as long as he could put the Medicine in me.
Then the day came that ch anged. I walked home from school and the blue Escort was gone from its usual spot. I hoped that it was just stolen or that they drove together to the store for cigarettes and would be right back. When I checked, and nobody was there at the house, I knew something was wrong.
I sat on the porch. Cars drove by full of boys who I know sold drugs. Girls were with them. Still I waited. Each sound of an engine I thought was the blue Escort. Each minute became the minute before they got there. This was all wrong. Even if they did get home, I may not get anything. Things started to ache inside of me. I looked at my arms, which were just tiny bones with veins in between. They needed to be fed.
I waited . Shadows crept on the house across the street. My dad’s car pulled up before Uncle Nelson’s did.
“I’m waiting for Joey,” I said to my Dad before he could even ask.
“Don’t go anywhere else but there, and come right home.”
I said okay. He went inside. A long time passed. Cars that came down the street had their headlights on. The grey clouds in the sky turned into a blanket of dark all around. Finally, a pair of headlights pulled in front of Nelsons. Auntie was driving. Joey was in a car seat in the back. No Nelson.
Auntie walked up the driveway carrying the baby seat.
“ You here again child? We were at the hospital. They keeping Uncle Nelson. Maybe couple weeks this time. Maybe they have to amputate his leg. Maybe not until they get the drugs out of him. Maybe Methadone. You wouldn’t know about all that though. You around to watch Joey? We sure appreciate you coming by here like this. Nelson said he been paying you, but I don’t know if he’s been lying? How much he paying you?”
The warm hug was gone.
Chapter Eight: Jervis Nabs a Junky
5 days to check day. 3547. The card was still in his pocket. He had ID for food. He paced and listened. He had no choice, the voices were screaming from his insides:
“You’re still alive Jervis? You’re evil you know that? You’re a devil. A red devil. Look at how you rage when you get mad. Cut yourself. Cut yourself right. Be done with it. Cut your own neck. Cut it and watch
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