Tearing me apart (prologue)
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×Outsiders POV×
"Momma! Momma! Can you read dis poem to me, please?" Says a young little girl, running from the reading room into her mother's arms.
The mother, Cesar Runwich, holds her in one arm while taking the poem she had written down years ago. This is one of the few she knew by heart.
"You sure you want this one again, sweetheart?"
"Positive momma!" The little girl responds.
"Ok, ok," Cesar says with a laugh, "Sit down and I'll start."
Climbing on her mother's lap in their large lay-z boy the little girl gets comfortable and lays against her mother's chest, listening to the soft thump of her heart.
"Ready?"
"Mhmm."
"Ok, here we go."
Now those stars up there, in the sky, they have staying power. I can always look up and know they'll be there for me. The stars on Earth burn out too quickly. They have a moment where they shine so bright, but then, POOF. They're gone. A memory. Sometimes...not even that. But with the stars in the sky, I know they'll be there night after night, always there for me to make a wish.
Watching her mother read she snuggles closer.
I make wishes all the time. I watch for the first star each night and say...
"Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight...I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight..." The little girl says.
I always make the same wish, but I can't tell you what it is. Then I might not come true. I really want it to. It would change my life.
"Did your wish come true momma? What was it?" The girl asks.
"Yes baby, it did. It was you." Cesar says, smashing her in a hug.
So I go to wishing wells with lucky pennies...those pennies you find that people have lost... unlucky for them... lucky for me...then I toss them in the wishing well in front of the old museum, and I toss them in the fountain at the mall....each time I make a wish.
Have you ever wanted anything that badly in your life? So badly that you can't imagine your future without it?
I would be so sad If my life wasn't different...if things didn't change...if I was stuck here...in this life. But I won't stop wishing...I can't...
I don't want to be left with nothing...I want some meaning...a reason my life turned out this way. I want this suffering to be worthwhile.
I suffer every day and you don't even see it. You don't see the hurt inside me, do you? But it's too much to hold inside anymore.
Suddenly the house starts to rumble, making the books tumble and fall to the hardwood floors. Cesar stands and runs over to the window, pulling the curtains back, looking out the window. She gasps realizing that it's time.
"Rita, baby girl grab the food and water bag along with your clothes bag, please." She says urgently.
Holding the poem tightly, Rita runs to her room, grabbing her bag off the door handle then runs to the kitchen grabbing the food and water bag, running back to her mother.
"Come, come we have to hurry!"
"Momma where are we going?"
"We're leaving, going to somewhere safe for you and me," Cesar says pulling Rita around the sofa, down the hall to the front door. Racing out the door they run out of the Safety Dome around their home. The one Rita's father built to keep them safe before he left to build the Space Drone.
Wrapping Rita and herself in blankets, she opens the door to the Dome turning the large circular weel, running down the street to the Drone.
"Hurry baby, hurry!" Cesar yells above the whipping winds.
Reaching the drones giant open door they run in. Rita's hand slips away from her mother's, making her whip around, searching for Rita, finding her running back outside. Before Cesar had the chance to reach the door hands grab her arm, pulling her back.
"No! Let me go! My baby, I have to go after my baby!" She yells, pullings against the hands with no prevail.
Seeing Rita grab a sheet of paper off the ground, Cesar watches as she turns around, the fear present in her young eyes realizing she's a large distance away from the Drone and her mother.
Rita starts running towards the drone seeing it soundlessly take off.
"Momma! Don't leave me! Momma!" Rita yells chasing after the drone. Stopping under the spot the Drone was seconds ago she watches as it leaves, taking her family with her.
"Momma!"
I can't handle it...I'm going crazy. The fear is crippling me...I have to drag myself out of bed and force myself to live each day... sure, I put on this happy face...I bet you think I'm pretty cheerful...no one cares to see the pain under my skin...
The pain that is ripping at me...and tearing me apart.
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The poem above is called 'Tearing me apart' by D.M. Larson
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