• I was the youngest, born into a world with two older sisters, and one older brother. But I was a tough girl, and loved the toughest boy in the world: Elmo!!
    I had two mommies, right off the bat. I lived with one of them, and was taken care of a lot by my other mommy. The one I lived with had red hair and tanned skin, while the one who took care of me had blond hair, and pale skin. I only had one daddy, of course. He was big and strong (not as much as Elmo though!), and had no hair. Out of all my siblings, the oldest looked the most like him. She wasn't very loving, but she helped my blond mommy to take care of me a lot. My brother just gave me more love.
    But right now, I'm thinking of the day I was killed, and how the events led to it. My daddy fought a lot with both of my mommies, and my sister was gone seven days, before coming back for seven days. I don't know where she went, but I do know she didn't look at all like either of my mommies. She would call them by their name, not by mommy.
    My oldest sister was sent away during this time, away from my family. Away from the place where I died. She was away longer then she usually was. I didn't notice though. I was too busy crying because I could feel both of my mommy's distress when daddy yelled at them. I didn't know why, but I wished it would stop. Where was my big sister, when she would help to calm the mommy that took care of me down? Why wouldn't my brother take me away from this angry and bad place?
    Daddy was watching me the night I died. Mommy was in the other house, had fought with daddy again when she left me with him. Daddy had laid out the giant and heavy red blanket with a whole bunch of colors around the middle. I was watching one of the Elmo videos, when I became thirsty. He noticed when I started whining, and making mischief. But daddy didn't seem his usual, happy self who would make me smile and play with me. He seemed sleepy, and walked funny, like I did when I had first started walking. But he brought me my drink. It was the green juice, in a clear sippy cup. I loved that kind of juice. Yet.. When I took a sip, it smelled a bit weird, yet tasted all the same. Daddy was drinking the same thing as me, and kept refilling it. Sometimes we ran out of juice. I hope he didn't drink enough for us to run out this time. I loved the green one.
    Daddy fell asleep by me, and I started to get sleepy as well. Everything was feeling fuzzy, like a dream. The Elmo movie ended and I started to whine. But then I laid beside daddy, and fell asleep. But I never woke up. That was the night that I died.

    The blond mommy found the two 'sleeping' when she got home with her daughter, Faye. The woman had set Faye down, and called out to daddy. He didn't answer. She wanted to talk to him, yet still he didn't wake. By this time, either of them would have woken up by now. She picked up Skyla, and found the body she held cold when it should have been warm. Panic rose in the blond's chest, as she pressed her ear to the infant's chest. She heard nothing. Putting on TV for Faye, she hurried upstairs to the other apartment, where the red-haired mommy lived. Tears were in her eyes, as they both rushed back downstairs. The red-haired mommy started to cry as well, shaking daddy in an attempt to wake him, all the while calling 911. The blond mommy was hysterical as well, and Faye started crying at all the other panicked cries. She went to get Faye a drink, and instead discovered a bottle with white powder inside.

    The cops later found out it was a drug.. The father had poisoned his daughter, and attempted to poison himself, but failed.. He went to jail, and was found the next year, on March 1st, dead. He had choked himself to death in his cell. March 1st, 2007 just happened to be his birthday, as well as his death day. Ironic, eh?