Aheavily pregnant Anna ambled down a decoratively paved path having left workearly with stomach pains, as she reached the door she prepared to delicatelyshove its heavy frame open she noticed it was a little ajar. She noticed thethin sliver of light that caught her eye, she gently pushed the door open andslid into a hallway. Upon entering she almost let out an audible gasp as sheher distinctive pair of black stilettos carelessly thrown over the floor andleggings strewn over the chaise. As she walked into the beautiful kitchen shehad designed herself she felt a pang of regret that this succubus had not onlystolen his husband’s body but also his soul.
His deep blue eyes could neveragain wistfully gaze into her eyes and profess his undying love for her, hereyes grew puffy and red and she lunged for the largest knife she could see, thejade encrusted hilt and black obsidian blade gifted long ago by a former flamewhose face she could no longer remember .Her character and movement changedfrom what was a tired maternal body to a coiled spring of anger, she nowprowled the room as if waiting for the hunt and narrowed her face as if shewere emotionless. She moved silently further fuelled by the animalistic soundscoming from her marital bed. She came to the bedroom door and slowly eased itopen as she saw their legs tangled she let out an ear-splitting screech; asthey were interrupted from their reverie she descended into a berserk fury,plunging the hilt of the large knife into her husband’s chest while he wasbound by the sheets. She swung the blade down into the left side of his chestonce again hoping to find some heart, her manic gaze turned to the young alabaster face of the girl who hadstole her husbands heart and was paralysed in fear. The dull blade slick withher husband’s blood sliced effortlessly across the woman’s smooth belly.
Shelocked eyes with the young doe and reaching into the opening and wrenching outwhat was in her hand. In a final effort she pushed the young girl out the bedand lay back with her husband in a pool of blood and sweat. Suddenly she felt aintense pain as if she was losing part of herself, she reached for the phonehandset by her bed and dialled for an ambulance.Littleunder three months later she was determined mentally unfit to stand trial andsent to the ‘John Hopkins’ hospital for the terminally insane. Whenthe baby was born, he was born with deep blue eyes and pink skin, the nurseshad him named Bastian.
He started his life alone and without love. Bastiancried so much that they had to put him in an isolation room, devoid of theother newborns. A nurse looked in on him every few hours.
She had more importantthings to attend to. Nobody blamed her.Inthis world, children were supposed to be loved by their parents. If not themother, who else would? For Bastian, it was nobody, not even himself.Theorphanage flaunted posters of girls with deep blue eyes and smilingblonde-haired boys.
Bastian could’ve been a poster boy if he ever smiled. Despitehow many hugs and smiles they offered him, how many cuddly toys they threw hisway, they couldn’t get him to smileBythe time he had become thirteen, he had already consumed his first beer and smokedhis first cigarette. Nobody wanted to tell him, but everybody knew. Nobodyadopted teenagers. He was alone for life, an unwanted child turned into anunwanted adult.Onhis seventeenth birthday, he bought a gun and he had aplan.Bastianwas quiet and that was his problem.
Nobody could reach him through his toughexterior. A real family upbringing may have just saved the boy but all he had was an ancient photo of twosmiling people to remind him of any family.He snuck out when the moon had hit its apex, left allthe money he had in a small package with a letter. It read: Thanksfor taking care of me.
And that was it. He didn’t sign it,didn’t address it to anyone, he wrote it all in a red ink and left it with whatmoney he had gathered up from over the years.Heswallowed in the cold night air which