Of Daughter and Demon by Elias Anderson

Author:Elias Anderson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: murder, death, revenge, dark, demons, gritty, vengance, demons abuse girl
Publisher: Writer's Edge Publishing

SEVEN

I opened the Book to the last page, not the last one in the Book, but the last one that was written on. They always use a bookmark, a simple thing with the Lord’s Prayer on it, so you don’t hafta thumb through the whole thing every time a junky gets a hot shot or a old man dies in his sleep.

The page that was marked was about half way through the Book and was about half full of names and dates and lives, and how them lives was ended. I looked down to the last name on the list.

Mitchell, Harrison P...A Fellow Officer...Murdered

My name, Alice. There wasn’t a date, and it was different than the other names, mine was written in red ink, red like blood, and since the tradition started, entries in The Book Of The Dead was always made in black. I closed my eyes tight. Alice, please help your old man, huh? Is that there, or is it just in my head? Whattaya mean both? I opened my eyes and my name was gone. I had to wonder if I ever even seen it there, but I know I did, same as I know I seen all the fire of hell in them eyes that wasn’t Bobby’s.

Whether it had been there or not, it was gone now, so I looked up the list. I didn’t think this many people woulda died in just two days. I turned back a page where your name, your sweet, beautiful name, shoulda been. Instead there was a big black stain, ink it looked like, covering five or six names. The next one I can read was from the day before I found you. Or thought I found you. I don’t know what this means, Alice. Is your name written under that stain, or is it in a book four years ago? Fuck, I shoulda found that one, too.

I feel totally lost, numb, I’d expected to feel relieved, maybe, seeing the proof I wasn’t crazy right there in black an’ white, but that wasn’t the case. Instead, I was filled with this kinda slow dread and sadness too heavy for me to bear. I cried again for you, Alice, I cried because I just don’t know anymore.

I don’t know if for four years, for four years, for half of your life, you was holed up with some puke with no one to love you or tuck you in, no one to read to you at night, or make sure you brushed your teeth an’ washed up, and was eatin’ good; no one there to hold you when you woke up scared, no one to tell you there wasn’t no monsters under the bed, or in the closet, or outside the window, cuz you know different than that now, don’t you?

I didn’t mean to lie to you, I swear, I was just tryin’ to keep you from layin’ awake all night thinkin’ of things you didn’t need to think of, all the things you shoulda had the rest a your life as a grown up to think of.

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