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+ 1	The Way We Were - Part Two
+ 5	The Way We Were - Part One
+ 6	Sob Story

She stared unblinkingly as the red seeped little by little through her skin, forming a thin red line. She was fascinated, such a little amount of blood to go along with such a big hurt. Not the line of course, no, the hurt which had caused her to make the line, the hurt which had her feeling so numb that the only way she could make herself feel was to cut herself. It was really pathetic that it had come down to this.

The sound of toddling footsteps came to her ears and shook her out of her reverie. Tears sprang to her eyes at the thought of her daughter finding her like this. Mommy? called the little voice, echoing through the darkness. The lights flashed on, and sent tiny creatures scuttling away from the light, back into the darkness where they felt most comfortable. Mommy? Why are you hurt? She then snapped back into reality realizing that there had been no voice calling out to her. Her daughter had been dead for two years. It was just the echoes of the precious life that had once been there.

She looked at the fresh blood dripping down her arm, and thought about that night. She had just gone to take the rent to the manager, and scooped up Trisha and stuck her on her hip. Things were fine as they made their way down the stairs, and onto the first floor. She had taken the baby with her into the managers office. After a brief discussion, she handed him the money, and then turned to leave. Just before she reached the door, he asked her to take something into the alley and throw it away for him.

"Why didn’t I just say no," she cried to herself in the darkness. He had looked at her in that way that meant "You had better do everything that I ask, or you are fucking out of here." He had used that look on her more than once, in a variety of ways, the worst of which she had managed to stop with a well thought out rumor that she had Hepatitis. She sighed heavily and took the shoe box from him, and left the office. For a minute she considered leaving Trisha inside the building, but had decided against it, because who knew who might show up while she was gone. So, she walked to the door and pushed it open with her shoulder.

"Where are we going Mommy?" "We just need to take out some trash baby, then we will go home, ok?" "Ok mommy." She still remembered how Trisha had placed her tiny head on her shoulder, and sighed contentedly, sure that she was safe. Why shouldn’t she be safe? Mommy can keep away the monsters, with Mommy, you’re always safe. The woman laughed bitterly to herself at that thought. She had looked around in the darkness, and seen nothing, so she stepped out onto the sidewalk and followed it until she came to the edge of the building. As she peered into the darkness of the alley, she once again contemplated leaving the baby there, for just a minute, or just chucking the box into the general vicinity of where she knew the trashcan to be. "No, he will find out, somehow, he always does, and I cant leave her on the sidewalk" she had rationalized. So, she entered the darkness.

After she had made it about ten feet into the alley, the hair rose on the back of her neck, her first warning that something was wrong. Shaking her head, she had stupidly kept going. Suddenly, a lighter was clicked on, about a foot away from where she stood. The flame was lifted up to a cigarette. She could make out a mans face in the red glow. A gruff voice cut through the silence. "Hey there pretty lady, whatcha doin out here all alone?" She tried not to whimper as she dropped the box, and clutched her daughter to her chest. "What, you aren’t gonna answer me? That’s not very polite, ya know." She began to back away and stammered out "I’m sorry sir, um, I’m not doing anything." "In fact I was just leaving," she managed to get out as she continued backing away, trying to put space between her, her child, and the man.

She wanted desperately to turn and run for it, but she knew he would probably be able to out run her, especially seeing as how she was weighed down with Trisha's weight. Thankfully the little girl remained quite against her shoulder, saying nothing, only staring up into the woman's eyes, her mouth puckered into a little frown. "Leaving, already? But darlin, you just got here!" He came closer, and she began to move faster, resisting the urge to bolt knowing she was still too far away from the entrance of the alleyway. "Oh no, really, I have to go, its so late you know. I’m really sorry, but I do have to go," she tried again, hoping that somehow the situation would reverse itself, and he would actually let her go. "Nonsense, just stay a little while, wont ya, please?" His rough, gravelly voice almost brought tears to her eyes as she realized that he was not going to allow her to leave, her mind raced frantically, pleading with the gods to allow some sanity to return to the situation.

She could not believe this was happening to her. She swallowed quickly, trying to return some moisture to her mouth, and decided that if he would not let her go, maybe he would let her daughter go, so she tried once more "Ok, I will stay with you, but first just let me go take my baby inside, its far too cold for her out here." His expression did not change, and fearing rebuttal she spoke again "I wont even take her inside, just let me take her to the sidewalk, please, just let me put her out by the door, that’s all I ask!" Her voice was high with fright, her eyes wide, her nostrils flaring open, she was the perfect picture of panic, and he knew it.

He said nothing, and instead continued to follow her, but by now they were only about, five or six feet away from the entrance. His strides were gaining in length, bringing him closer to her, and she realized that he was not even listening to her pleas, that his mind was focused solely on her capture. Seeing that he would reach her in a few moments times, she turned in desperation an managed a good three steps towards the street, and the safety that the light promised, before she felt rough, callused hands clutching at her sides.

She screamed and wriggled, trying to shake him off, but it did no good. He caught a hold of her shirt, and spun her around to face him. He leered at her, his features angry and threatening. He looked at the baby in her arms, who had been too frightened and unsure to say anything, but now decided to open her mouth and wail. His expression grew furious, and he reached into her arms, grabbed the screaming child, and threw her away from them, further down into the alley. The woman's eyes tried following her daughter as she disappeared into the darkness, but she could not. Then to her utter horror, the girl's ongoing wail was ended with a sharp crack. With an agonized gasp, she fought against her attacker, trying to fight her way past him, into the depths of the alley, but he was too large. He wrestled her to the ground, and pinned her arms above her head with one arm, using the other to rip her clothing off. She still struggled on, trying to get free, and kept glancing at the area where she had seen her daughter last, but it was too dark to make anything out.

She heard a car pass by, and screamed, hoping that the driver would hear her, and come to her aid, but nothing happened. The man had her jeans down around her ankles at this point, when another car passed by, its headlights shining into the alley for a few brief seconds. She whipped her head around the other way, trying to see where her daughter was, and then her heart stopped dead in her chest. She found herself looking into sightless blue eyes, and screamed, the sound a hair raising cry of pure pain and anguish. Even the man paused in his fumbling attempts to unzip his fly, as he looked at her face. She was blank, her eyes still staring at the milk white face of her daughter, her hands trembling with the need to brush back the fine blonde hair which was not covered in blood. He lifted himself half way off of her, considering leaving the woman, because even he was slightly reluctant to force a vegetable. And by now that is all the woman was.

The man stayed there, considering, before finally shrugging and continuing his actions. The woman did not move, she lay there, limp, lifeless, and uncaring, her mind having fled in shredded tatters to a better place, where she did not have to face the reality of her loss. After he finished, he stood up, looked down at her, spit off to the side f her body, and then left. Hours after he had gone, she still did not move, not even to travel to her daughters side, because she knew that it was too late. All she wanted to do was lay there and die, in her mind the picture of her child’s eyes, the bloody mass leaking out of the back of her head, a permanent fixture never to leave. However, as much as she might have wished it were so, she would not be allowed to die. As the morning light shone down into the alley, the manager of her apartment building walked down the alley, a cell phone in one hand, a bat in the other, investigating reports of screaming heard the night before. He came upon the heartbreaking scene, and quickly called the police. The woman was taken and treated immediately, but it was far too late for the daughter to be helped.

Tears blurred her eyes as she finished reliving that night. Then she realized it was not just the tears that was causing everything to go blurry. Maybe it was the three hundred sleeping tablets she had taken a mere three hours ago, or maybe it was the fact that there was a miniature fountain seeping out of her wrists. Whatever it was, she was finally getting the blessed release she had been longing for. She just couldn’t do it anymore. As her eyes drifted shut, she heard a child’s voice cry out "Mommy," gleefully. A smile appeared on her face for the first time in two years. There was one final, rasping breath, and then all was silent in the apartment. It was done, her pain was finally gone, and one can only hope that she and her child were reunited in the hereafter.

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