Monthly Archives: September 2011

Taken VI

Taken IV
By: Mia L. Hazlett

I scrubbed my body, hoping to wash Mark and his lust away. He disappeared all day yesterday. There was actually joy when I eased myself between my sheets last night. Usually he didn’t come home for days. I prayed for a reprieve. Unfortunately, he returned home horny at close to three in the morning.

I turned the water off and stepped from the shower. My hair dripped as I lightly toweled off my bruised body. I breathed a bit easier, but I needed to take my mind off of me and stay hopeful for my Jessie’s return. Even though our fight destroyed the lamp on my nightstand, I was able to save my night stand picture of Jessie. I slept with the picture under my pillow every night.

Obviously there was nothing I could do, but this picture was the last piece of Jessie had, less her bedroom. For some reason, Mark had taken down all of her pictures. The first week, he worked relentlessly with the police. Now it seemed like he was over her. I couldn’t understand and that led to our disagreement the other night. Although I wanted my home plastered with her face, I couldn’t endure another thrashing. I curled back under my sheets and clung to my angel’s picture.

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By: Mia L. Hazlett

I sat up most of the night talking to my husband. He dozed off about an hour ago, but I couldn’t shake my conversation with Kay. A lifetime friend wanted me to be comfortable saying cancer. I tried to say it to myself, audience free, in my car ride home. I realized it wasn’t saying cancer that bothered me, it was thinking and knowing that my best friend had cancer.

I said “cancer” the whole ride home, but my mouth and thoughts could not even begin to accept, “Kay has cancer.” It brought me back to a time when we ran away from home when we were about seven years-old. My parents grounded me for my entire Christmas vacation. There was no phone or friend visits. I was completely devastated and couldn’t even think of a time when Kay and I had gone just a day without seeing each other, never mind not talking. I didn’t see why calling my grandmother’s fat ugly friend, “fat and ugly,” was a big deal. My mother said something along the lines of, rude or completely embarrassing, and apparently she would never be able to go to the market store where the woman worked again. This was the same woman who told me I should never lie.

Kay and I stayed in our little fort in the middle of her backyard. It was our runaway spot. We spent the afternoon laughing and joking as we almost froze to death. I remember our conversation turned to the girl who sat behind Kay in reading class.

“Laura was crying the other day in class,” Kay said as we huddled together in our sleeping bags.

“She is always crying about something. It’s like she cries every day.”

“They said her mom is going to die.”

“Who said that?” She caught my attention.

“My mom and your mom.”

“Die like be dead?” I asked not completely understanding the concept of death.

“Yup. Like I guess in like a month.”

“How do they know it will be in a month?” The conversation made me uncomfortable, but I had to ask my questions.

“I don’t know. I think it’s because she is really old. They said she is thirty-eight.” Neither of us could comprehend that age.

“I hope I never get that old.”

“If you don’t get old, than you are dead. Only dead people don’t get old.” Kay was always the smarter one.

“You know what I mean.” My feet and hands were beyond cold.

“They said she had something wrong with her ….” She broke into laughter, which made me immediately follow.

“Something wrong with her what?” I laughed and asked at the same time.

“Something wrong with her boob, ” she said right before laughter engulfed our little fort.

“Her boob? Something was wrong with her boob? What was wrong with her boob?” I couldn’t stop laughing.

“I don’t know. She had lost one boob three years ago and now she lost the other one in the summer.” Laughter consumed our little fort again.

“How do you lose your boobs?” I giggled.

“I don’t know. But your mother said it mastercized in her bones now.”

“What does that mean? Is that like exercise?” I had never heard of dying from exercise.

“Maybe. I just hope once I get my boobs I don’t lose them.” Kay said matter-of-fact.

“Me too,” I said.

We raised our little tea cups full of melted snow and toasted, “May we never lose our boobs.”

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Monster VI

Monster VI
By: Mia L. Hazlett

Was I really in my bed? It didn’t seem real, but here I was. My room reflected order, but my memory obeyed a reality I struggled to comprehend. I remember darkness, crashing, and a deep relentless pain. Finally I swung my feet to the side of my bed and stood. The sun beamed through my white window sheers shining brightness on my new day.

Although I stood surrounded by perfection, a putrid odor wafted through the air. Each inhale strengthened the sickening feeling within me. I gagged and coughed. The cough buckled me and a searing pain engulfed my torso. As I held my stomach, I inched my way to the top of my stairwell. My blurry stare outlined a massive human silhouette. Even though I stared down my stairs, the figure loomed over me.

I released my torso and straightened my back. The looming figure seemed to be made of air as I grabbed for it to steady myself. With no contact made, I lost my balance and tumbled head over heels down the stairs. I writhed in excruciating pain, but still the looming figure remained over me.

I couldn’t tell if the touch came from it or me, but this time I could feel something near my feet. The more my eyes struggled to remain open and focus, the darker my surroundings became. It felt as though my feet were being lifted into the air, as the darkness encompassed me. I could see my stairwell, but with the diminished sunlight that had so recently illuminated my upstairs, I couldn’t see past the second step.

I tried to turn away from the stairs and onto my back, but with the reintroduction of the putrid odor, I released my stomach contents with a hurl. Now I was back in the small room. Instead of the floor, I was on a wiry raised cot. My legs were taped together on a slat of plywood, which did not allow me to turn my body. My stomach contents soaked my hair, and I realized the stench was me. I don’t think it was the first time I threw up, nor had I been afforded the opportunity to use a bathroom.

As the blurry figure came into focus, I remembered the sledgehammer. Immediately I tried to move my feet, but I couldn’t feel them. The man came closer to me with some sort of syringe in his hand. As the needle was merely inches from my arm, the door opened. The maniacal laugh sent me back to my sunny bedroom as the contents of the syringe emptied into my arm. I was home again.

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Conundrum (Part X)

Conundrum (Part X)
By: Mia L. Hazlett

The laughter radiating throughout my home left me motionless on my stairs. My daughters created the perfect snapshot of joy, which only needed to exist in my mental memory box, not on film. My two oldest tried their best to make their 10-month old sister’s walking debut come true. Apparently I caught the collapse, as I witnessed the giggling pile taking over the carpeted living room floor.

I sat unnoticed on the stairs with tears in my eyes. A year ago I wouldn’t believe this moment could ever happen. Signing my marriage away, living under the roof of friends and family, and struggling to get my book published, left me with little hope my blessing would ever arrive. Now I resided in my own home with my kids rolling around the living room floor. Finally, after struggling and struggling; I tasted tears of joy.

The funny part of all of this, my ex wanted to move in with us. He told me if he knew I was pregnant, he would have stayed. To my friends that meant something, but to me that meant, my two daughters and I weren’t enough. I cried when he signed us away in the attorney’s office. Now I was so grateful for his ignorance. He gave me complete custody of our children and hadn’t showed his face in the past ten months. My oldest was repulsed by him. My middle child wasn’t old enough to form her own relationship with him, so she copycats her sister. If I decided for an introduction to take place with my youngest, it would be on my terms, not his begging. Having full custody gave me that right.

I wasn’t acting out of spite. This was my family now. He didn’t want us when he had us. Our reward and blessing was not to be shared with those who left the struggle before the storm came. It was to be cherished by those who pulled out their umbrellas and danced in the downpour.

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