"Deep Dream"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
It is a story of obsession and murder. A young woman becomes obsessed with her schoolmate and "dreams" up a diabolical way for object of affection to notice her.

Submitted: July 02, 2013

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“Brian, please don’t leave. Please Brian. We can make it work,” she said. She tried crying but no tears came out. “Brian would you please look at him?” she asked. She hoped that something would click in Brian and he would hold his son. She thought he would still care, even though he completely ignored her. She had a friend call him to come down to the motel. She hoped she could change his mind.

It all started last year when she had heard him talking to his coach at lunch. She always ate lunch outside the cafeteria. She eavesdropped. Brian telling the coach about what kind of Dad he’d be to his son one day. Judy couldn’t stop fantasizing about giving him that son. He’d appreciate her. He would know she was a good girl. She called to Brian again. “Please look at him. Hold him,” she said.

“I’m not going to look at him because he isn’t mine Judy,” Brian said, “He can’t be mine. You really need help. You set all this up. For what?” She knew he was irritated but she couldn’t care. She had to make him see what a wonderful gift she had for him. She didn’t move as he walked out the door.

The baby was sleeping. She felt stupid for not getting any baby clothes. Judy had had to quickly throw away the clothes. It had too much of that lady’s blood on it. Brian walked back in.

“Car won’t start. Got to use your phone. Can’t get no damn service,” he said. She needed him to at least look at the baby. Judy herself found it hard to hold the baby or even touch it after she got it. She knew she should pick him up, but she was focused on Brian. She smelled Brian when he came close to use the phone.  He smelled like beer and cigarettes the night they fooled around. He kept asking her “Why do you like me so much?” She wasn’t embarrassed. Judy expressed her love for him. He was the one. She had dreamed about him before they even moved to Crown City.

She got so excited whenever they were in Relationship and Family class.  He wasn’t gorgeous like some of the jerks he hung around, but he was always looked good. He was very popular. He was so perfect to her. He was smart and a star swimmer. He had a 3.8 grade average. Judy thought she was only passing because Brian was there. She had to study really hard because in class she’d disappear in daydreams. Everyone giggled and made fun of her and Judy would check out. She heard every whisper and witnessed disgust. But Brian never made fun of her. He was special. He had a heart.

He walked over to the window and closed the blinds. “Cover the baby up!” Brian said. She didn’t move. She could hear Mike’s gruff voice.  Mike was on his way. He was mean to her. He thought Judy was scum and he made sure everyone knew it and stayed away from her. Judy called them Beauty and the Beast. Mike was obscene and Brian was humble.

“Is that baby moving?” Brian asked. The baby hadn’t moved since he got there. Judy noticed that the baby was staying in fetal position. “Why isn’t the baby moving? Why aren’t you holding him? Why doesn’t he have any clothes on?” Brian asked. He was asking a lot of questions. Her head started to ache. Why wasn’t he being grateful? She had done so much to give him what he wanted.

Brian walked over to the bed. He stood over the baby. He pulled the blanket to cover the baby. He touched the baby’s hair and then he touched his forehead. He pulled back his hand and turned to her. Judy knew but thought he wouldn’t notice. The baby was dead. She really didn’t understand what happened. “This baby is dead Judy.  What the fuck is going on?”

A pickup truck pulled up. The headlights reflected in the room. A door was slammed. Judy felt chills along her spine as she heard boots crush the snow. Mike stared at her for a minute before he finished walking in the room. He took off his gloves and tossed them on the dresser. He stared at Brian and back to her. Judy tried to disappear.

“Whose fucking baby is that?” Mike asked. Judy couldn’t turn to him.

“She saying it’s my baby. But we both know that’s not true,” Brian said. Judy closed her eyes and put down her head.

“Mike that baby is dead. This baby is about three months old or some shit. She’s telling me she had him a few days ago. She’s a nut. I don’t want any part of this. Let’s go. I’ll call the police from home and tell them to come here. Crazy girl with a dead baby,” Brian said.

 She opened her eyes and Mike was in front of her.

“Listen bitch. I don’t know what you think you’re trying to get my brother into. He never fucked you. Bri lost a bet and that’s what he had to do. I wasn’t letting my brother fuck you. I gave him something to give to you. There’s no way he could have given you a kid,” Mike said and spit in her face. So what games are you playing? Sick motherfucker. Let’s go bro. Fuck calling the police either. We’re not involved,” Mike said as he followed his brother out. Judy heard two doors slam shut and the truck pull out and away.

Judy looked at the baby. She wanted tears to come. Nothing went right. Everything was messed up. First she didn’t know the baby wouldn’t pass as a newborn. She didn’t know anything about babies. Should she get a newborn now? It would be easier to do it. Now that she had done it.  

 


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