"Please... please, I said no... *screams* please stop torturing me..."
The little boy stood watching his mother writhe in agony on the floor from the doorway.
“I don’t want it...*screams* please. Please...”
He sat down, leaning against the frame. His eyes trailing over her as she clawed her face with her broken nails. Trickles of blood fell down her cheeks and pooled in her collarbones, she was unnaturally thin. He watched her curl and flinch away from things that haunted her.
Away from... them.
She screamed and ripped her hair out.
Rubbing his eyes, the little boy listened to her breath. She had stopped screaming and just lay, running her hands over the bruises that covered her arms... track marks that wouldn’t fade away.
“please...’ she was whispering ’please... no more, no. No more...”
She was looking at him, and he blinked at her.
“Why don’t you just hurt him? Look at him... look at him!”
She held out her hand, calling to him,
“Boy... come on little boy mommy’s here... come to mommy”
But he knew that taking it would be a mistake. Before, the first time this happened, she had dragged him so close to her so that he could feel her ribs sticking into him and she beat him as she crawled over him, violating his small fragile body.
He couldn’t understand what she was doing... She always told them to hurt him, just like she did. She’d bite his fingers, she’d lick his face. Hitting him again and again, telling... them to join in.
“mommy please... don't..."
He’d once whispered, and she had held a knife to his lips and told him if he spoke again she would ‘slice his fucking mouth open and then sew it up with a piece of glass.’
He never did.
She’d lick all over his body whilst he lay there wishing they would stop telling her to do this to him.
He mustn’t make any noise... ever. Never tell daddy what they did to him... or mommy would hurt him again. She would make him put his hand there again. And she’d...
Tears filled his little eyes as his little hands tried to push her away. She crawled over to him and pulled his little shorts off. She invited them to join her. She said they did when his hands where pinned down.
They told her, she said.
The voices in her head.
They weren’t there at all.