The Devil in Beautiful People

6). The Beginning Before

lIt truly did begin the same exact way it would have started, As another would politely say it ended before it could even start, and As one would be left as though it was only...

*The Beginning Before The End.*

It began the same way it started, the wind blowing echoing in the distance, music playing softly in the background as my sister and I enjoyed each other's company, playing a hand in a card game. A moment that would have been surrounded by laughter and would soon be interrupted by drama her boyfriend would cause.l It was the night of August 16ths and the year of 2006, around 5:30pm. Surprised by how oddly warm the evening was in the town of Plymouth Massachusetts.

"Hello 911 operator, what is the name of your emergency?"

"Hello my name is-" As I begin to tell the operator my name I was interrupted by a strange muffled sound with an eerie feeling in the pit of my tummy. And there it was the same exact thing as they began to repeat the monologue..

"911 what is the name of your emergency?

"Hello, ma'am? this is a 911 operator, How may I help you?"

I tried to talk but I was quiet, it was like I was gasping for air, choking. Maybe it was because I was struggling for air as I was being strangled by my sister's boyfriend.

"Hello 911 malam are you still there?"

The operator had asked hearing her loud and clear, but the bigger question was could she hear me.

"STOP!" I yelled!

"Please stop it!" I cried!

"Hello?"

"PLEASE Can nobody hear me?"

"HELP ME!"

I said softly as I started to cry. I shouted, I mean- I could have sworn I had. I know I heard myself speak. Now coming to think of it I could've just thought I did. Realizing afterwards it was not out loud, but only in my head.

[Static noises continue as the phone cuts out]

*beep beep beep*

You have reached the-"yet compared to many Almost feel automated myself. "if this is a medical emergency Press 1 or stay on the line. I was f*****g livid at this point. I thought this has to be rhetorical? There is no way this s**t is really happening. I'm going to die here. This has to be a f*****g joke. "Do I have any other choice? Almost in a repeating cycle i hear it again

"Hello my name is..."

"How may I help you"

Useless I felt, like every penny anyone had ever thrown out or dropped. The horrific sounds of static electricity had been Pulsing through my head, stuck ringing in my ears like a broken doll with it's batteries draining. A noise I knew I would never get out of my head. Almost to a point of being brainwashed in many ways, hypnotized or tricked.

I muttered almost in an unsettling way, unsure how to feel at that moment, the truth was I felt like a fool, I thought quietly to myself, it all just happened in a blink of an eye, a split second. It felt like the beginning before the end.

"Hello ma'am are you still there?"

The operator had asked once more. I truly had forgotten that she was still on the phone, I softly whisper

"Ye-yes I'm still here"

Feeling hopeless by now, not knowing if my sister and I would make it out alive, and there it was again the corrupting sounds of static electricity and the operator proceeds again with the

"911 my name is…"

"How may I help you"

I dropped the phone and screamed this time a noise came out of my mouth, finally unknown if I was heard or not.