Hello Yarners, I trust we had a lovely week? we’re counting down to to our Christmas Special, “12 Days Of Christmas” and I can’t believe we’re only 5 days away, Thursday, 15th December, 2016. (Click HERE if you missed the announcement).
The Team is raring to go and I know you’re all set too – this is why we’re bringing you something from one of the chefs of “12 Days Of Christmas”, Kwiksie Ifediora -She’s bahd in a good way- it’s her debut on here so it be will be nice to give her an AideYarn! welcome.
I sat in my faded pink chair playing with Bibi, the scissors I had stolen from mommy’s dresser lying nearby. I had just cut Bibi’s long beautiful black hair. Why? Because I was in mourning. I had seen on TV that some people shaved off their hair too when mourning. I was sad because I was dying and there was no one who believed me. Not the lady at Sunday school who called me evil, not my class teacher who called me corrupt. Not anyone. Bibi agreed to us cutting her hair because last time mommy had hit me for cutting mine.
I stopped stroking Bibi’s now bristly head and listened. They were back, Mommy and… him. I shivered, scared to my panties, but Bibi’s face was calm. She had on the most relaxed soft smile – as though there wasn’t a reason to be afraid. I swallowed and shut my eyes, inhaling deeply. If Bibi said to stay calm, I’d be calm.
As they came upstairs I quickly grabbed the headphones Bibi had told me to take the last time we went shopping. Those headphones saved me from the nasty sounds from him as he hurt my mommy. I cared about her, although I hated her too. I hated him most but all the hate bullets from my brain couldn’t make him go no matter how hard I shot. I willed and hoped my hardest but he never got hit, so I’d end up wishing someone would be nice enough to shoot me instead whenever he touched me.
Suddenly I heard something. It was Bibi, speaking through the headphones. She had only spoken to me a few times ever, but this time was different. She sounded…mean. She said he’d try to hurt me again that night and I started sobbing at the mere thought, terrified. But Bibi hushed me and said to stop. She said I wouldn’t let him. I stared. How would I ever stop him? He was so much bigger than me, so much stronger…
My eyes slowly strayed to the scissors beside us on the floor. Bibi gently reminded me that it hadn’t been dulled with any other use beyond her haircut and I understood instantly. But then…would I be strong enough?
Just then a loud scream came from mommy’s room. My eyes narrowed and I forgot about crying. Of course I’d be strong enough. Plus, Bibi would be nearby. Soon, I had her exact same soft smile on my face as I slowly stroked her head again, waiting for my turn…
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