Killing Me - Deadly Desires

Oftentimes, I found myself watching children playing outside through cracks on my window. They looked so happy and free. But it was not their silly monkeying around that captivated me, it was their flowing, long sun-kissed smooth hair. Legs that could support their small frames, and hands I was so sure Miss Ava wouldn't have a tricky time teaching to write. One day, when I was 12, I watched the children playing together again. It occurred to me, no matter how many years seemed to pass, it was always the same children. In the little town of Mayville, it seemed its inhabitants were imprisoned there, for like my parents, the townsfolk never knew any soil other than that of Mayville for which they ploughed in their lifetime and became one with when the hour struck 12. As I neared 13, the children became my solace. The wall I'd created between myself and my thoughts was crumbling faster than quicksand. The reality of my existence caught up to me; forever, I would be confined in an empty, dark house. Waiting for what? Hiding from what? What about when Miss Ava and father abandoned me? What would become of me, left alone in this dark world? Frustrated and furious, I howled out like a banshee. "Mr. Thomas, here Mary Jane is speaking in tongues again", Miss Ava hollered out to father. "Quick, come see". But he never came; he'd finally decided it was time to go see mother. And I had a sudden mind to get on top of Miss Ava and strangle her. Make her scream till her voice was hoarse, till every bone in her body ached. But I didn't, on quivering legs, I ran past her as fast as I could; out of the room, and out the front door. As I put down my first step on the concrete floor, thunder clapped. "Mary Jane get back here", she yelled from somewhere in the house. "I swear if I have to drag you back... that child will be the death of me...". She suddenly without warning stilled when she saw me. Her eyes darted from me to the sudden crowd gathering around the house, but I was too preoccupied with the delicious taste of oxygen and pure air, to notice the terror in her eyes.