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Butterfly's Mercy
Insanity. The one word that can describe my house right now. My brother, having recently decided on running around the woods surrounding my house like a madman was a brilliant idea, is growling loudly that he doesn't feel like talking. Having also misused his cellphone to talk to NewYork again, Mum wants him to 'come with' her to the computer. My goats are screaming, my dog howling and my cats mewling.
I take care of my animals, feeding them and giving them excessive attention. My brother and mother have progressed and are in his room screaming at each other. I sit down with my CD player and a boring educational book about Roman entertainment, for my Latin project.
Eventually, my mother has gone back to her consistent computer 'work'. Apparently, my brother has also changed the password on his phone, unblocked NewYork and sent about sixty texts to her. I really just want to slap him right now. I realize mom is stressed, so I walk upstairs to her, stopping to grab a brush. I brush her hair and massage her back, a good little daughter.
I go back to my Roman book and CD player. “Funeral of Hearts” by HIM rings in my ears. My brother, meanwhile, has crawled onto the roof from his room, and mom proceeds outside to get his cellphone code.
Suddenly, my brother is screaming for me, and, figuring he wants me to open his window and let him back in, I just walk onto our back porch. He screams my name again.
“What?” I ask, my voice irritated, but calm.
“Come out front, it's mom!” his voice sounds panicked now. I all but run back outside. Looking around for a ladder or something she fell off of, I see nothing. “She's over there.” he points.
She's on the ground, face in cement. I ask Bro what happened, but he says she just collapsed. She was crying and just fell. I run to her, rubbing her shoulder and pushing her hair out of her face. She opens her eyes and rolls onto her back, closing them again. Bro is now begging me to get him down, and mom whispers for me to do it. I go into our garage and work on pulling out our gigantic ladder. It's also the heaviest, and I'm in the middle of lifting it over our feed cans, when I glance up the driveway. Mom is slowly walking up it, swaying and acting drunk. I quickly pull the ladder out and help my brother down, acting much more calm then I felt. We walk up the driveway after her, me with a glass of ice water.
She has sat herself down next to it. I hand her the water and she tells Bro to turn the car around, to face the driveway, confused, he does so. Returning, mom begins another talk about stress, our family and such. Bro asks that I leave, so I do. I head to the back to feed Black. As I walk to her water, I notice a butterfly, flapping in it. Crimson red and black, it struggles in the water, trying to take of with wet wings. I lift it off the water and set it one the railing.
Feeling terrible for it, I watch it awkwardly crawl, flapping its wings. Then I notice that the back half of one of its wings is gone. I save it from drowning only to leave it in pain and unable to fly. Such an innocent figure, never to live. Knowing it will either become a cat toy or die of some other gruesome death, I lift it in my hand.
“Mercy killing.” I whisper softly,trying to justify my sinful cruelty. I drop the butterfly and take a step forward to return to my hectic life.
Just a random thing. If anyone reads it please comment. (I doubt anyone reads it....)
Sort of a note, NewYork is not spaced because I'm using it instead of a persons name. Same with Bro, that's not his name. Just too lazy to think of a good name.
 alx7734 · Sun Apr 01, 2007 @ 04:07am · 1 Comments |
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