Janie

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man's body lay on the train tracks as the storm raged. What did Janie do?

Submitted: November 08, 2014

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Roaring thunder surrounded me, icy needles of rain gouged my skin and I curled into a ball wrapping my arms around my body. I sobbed. Great heaving sobs, gasping, unable to suck in enough air. My chest tightened and I choked on the pouring rain filling my mouth as I fought to breath. Despite the storm I heard them; faint sirens, wailing as they approached. Through the slits of my eyes, swollen from tears, I saw his mud soaked corpse on the train track in front of me. I squeezed them shut again and waited.

Storm clouds concealed the moon and the oppressing darkness enveloped me, the world was silenced. Memories shrouded me in a heavy cloak, shielding me from the site of the man’s body and the storm. Memories of laughter and smiles; a birthday candle and Mummy watching as my Daddy kissed his little girl on the forehead and I blew out the candle. Memories flooded into my mind; Daddy coming into my room at night to kiss me goodnight. He tucked the cheerful baby doll with rosy cheeks in beside me. Leaning into my cot to pull the blanket right up under my chin and ran his fingers through my short, fine, curly hair. I had been his princess, his angel, his precious gem.

I flinched as someone shook my shoulder, the heat of their hand searing my cold skin. The angry roar of sirens pierced my earsdrums and tore at my aching head. Through my closed eyelids I saw the flashing lights. Red, bue, red, blue … and I turned my face away; squinting, squeezing my eyes shut more tightly. “Janie”, whispered a voice close to my ear. “Janie, it’s okay.” The voice persisted, soft and soothing, “Janie, we need to get you warm.” As I rose, my legs shook and a wave of nausea swept over me, the world spun around me and my head swam … blood pounding in my ears. The police officer steadied me. Huddled over I clutched the blanket he wrapped around my shoulders and stumbled towards the car with him. I didn’t look back at the body. I never wanted to see that man again.

Police cars stood silent now, their lights illuminating the surreal scene in eerie flashes of red and blue. Officers swarmed the area, several sloshed through the mud to string yellow crime scene tape around the body on the train tracks. And I turned away. It was warm in the back seat of the car. I lay down and pulled the wet blanket over my face blocking out the continuous red, blue, red, blue. I dreamt of ballet classes. I saw me, a tiny ten year old beaming at my Daddy as I twirled, pigtails bobbing. I loved to make him happy. I was his little girl and he was my big strong Daddy. He loved to take me to my classes and performances. It gave Mummy a break, and it gave us special time, just us two.

As the storm raged my dreams turned sinister. I tossed and moaned on the back seat of the police car. I thrashed and flailed, turning my face away, trying to avoid the man’s crushing kiss. I cried out in my sleep, the dream so real that I felt the weight of his body pinning me down. He forced my legs apart violently and tore into me, excruciating pain filling me. His hot breath brushed my neck and his salty perspiration dripped onto my face, trickling into the corner of my mouth as he groaned and spasmed in ecstasy.

I was oblivious to the excitement outside; the shouts from an officer that he had found the gun. And my Daddy still lay on the train tracks in the mud with a bullet in his brain. Nobody believed me. Nobody saw that my loving Daddy was a sleaze. Now they would listen and I would tell them what my Daddy did. It ain’t never gonna be the same.

 

 

 

 

 

 


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