I woke up from my sleep and realized from the sunlight it was morning, slowly I got up from my old worn bed and headed out of my room, with whom I share one of my older brothers and still snored quietly above my bed. I walked sleepily down the corridor and went to the kitchen.
My mother had her back to me and was pan frying something for break fast. She was slim, wearing a simple dress in sky blue colour and an apron tied round her hip. From the dress I noticed it has not been washed for days due to the dust giving the blue a grayish tone and sweat spots. Her shoulder long curly red hair was loose and she had a pale complexion. "Good morning." She spoke softly without turning to me. Her voice sounded very warm and lovingly to my ears.
I smiled. "Morning Mom."
The kitchen was not big, along the walls were the cupboards, the fridge, the oven and the cook top in well used state and very dusty that it gave a poor and wild look. In the center of the kitchen stood a small rectangular shaped wooden table with chairs. There sat Dad reading newspaper and sipping his cup of strong black coffee. I did not see his face because of the huge newspaper and I was small but he gave short. "Morning son."
I went to the table sat down; Mom came up and served me a plate of fried eggs and bacon while I poured myself a glass of orange juice.
"There you go, Jack." Smiled my mother to me. She had rosy cheeks and few freckles round her nose and her ice-blue eyes were as warming as her voice. "William! Come on down! Break fast is ready!" She called down the corridor.
I barely heard groaning from my brothers while I ate.
"William, get up now! Or you'll be late for school!"
Suddenly I heard a thud. It must be William who fell off the bed as per usual. Soon he came into the kitchen rubbing at times at his knees and bottom.
Because of rubbing his knees and bottom I started laughing.
"Jack, knock it off. It's too early." He moaned annoyed and tired as he sat at the table.
I could not stop laughing until he sat at the opposite side of me. Suddenly I felt painful kick in the shin. I gave a cry, half in laughter due of surprise and half in pain.
"Boys, stop it." Gave Dad monotone from behind the newspaper.
William and I finished our break fast, grabbed our school leather bags and walked for a good mile to school; across a part of a flat dusty landscape with few bushes. In school I did my best, always getting A or B mark and done with little effort.
My parents made it clear that they can barely afford it and that I am lucky. I went to fourth grade while William went to high school mostly after school we would walk together home due the school's schedule, not every day but mostly.
Then one fine afternoon as I got out earlier than William; I walked ahead home. As I arrived I saw my other older brother Henry wearing greased blue washed jeans alike working-trousers of some garage he is working.
He gave me a short "Hi." And continued to discuss with my Mom about something. As I walked to my room I noticed it was about money and Dad.
Suddenly a loud row came from the corridor from the voice I noticed it was Dad, Mom and Henry. Soon following I heard a door slam. Out the window I saw Henry pacing angered around the house and muttering under his breath. Knowing this is none of my business I started on doing my homework.
Later on William came. In the corridor I hear Dad calling me. I went to the corridor; he was not there. Then I walked on to the kitchen to see if he was there and he was. Sitting in the same chair, only all dirty and smelly including holding a glass bottle of some spirit, maybe whiskey. He had very short cut bronze, straight hair and a thin beard was growing around the jaw and mouth. His skin looked greasy and tanned from the sun. "Dear Jack, could you go an' help Mom? She needs some help with Henry."
"Where is Henry?" I asked.
"Down the corridor. He's fallen to bits, you see." He answered calmly but from his smell I knew it was the booze that made him talk so. Knowing I have not seen him there but having another look does not hurt. So I walked down the corridor and close by the entrance door I found a jute sack lying there. Mom was already pulling it out the door. As I came up closer I noticed at one temple of Mom's forehead was bruised badly.
"What happened?" I asked her worriedly.
"It's nothing. It's just me being foolish." She responded lightly out of breath while pulling the sack out. Somehow from her tone and choice of words gave me the impression that it was Dad's doing.
I did not say a word and bent down to help.
"No! Don't touch it, Jack!" She called on edge.
Suddenly I noticed from the sack came a horrible gushing sound as Mom pulled and saw some red spots. Immediately I stepped back in fear. Gasping in awe and barely realizing not what but who was in the sack. Frozen stiff on the spot. Not able to scream or do anything.
Many days later I came home from school, alone. Usually on that day William and I would be walking home together but he would not show up, so I went ahead. I as entered the old wooden, dusty and battered house I heard from the kitchen Dad talking to someone. My curiosity rose and sneaked as quiet I could close to the kitchen. Fear began to grow under my chest knowing what he had done to Henry and can do it easily on me. From a brief peek I noticed he was talking to himself or otherwise the empty bottle of booze and Mom was no where to be seen.
Although a brief peek, Dad noticed me and called me. "Jack, come here."
I took a deep breath and entered the kitchen.
"Come here." He demanded and waved a hand. As I came closer he patted my shoulder and smiled warmly. "Jack, you were always my favorite son and still are. Such a good, kind and smart boy." His warming words gave me the courage to ask.
"Dad, why aren't you working?"
"Why I'm not working? I got a good time off. How was school today?" He asked warmly and stroked my head.
I told him shortly how my day was. "William didn't come home with me. Where is he?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, he got off early in school and is hanging around in the living-room now." Dad answered merrily. "Such a good boy." He smiled while I slowly stepped back.
I was still afraid of him but less than before. I gave a forced smile to him and walked down the corridor towards the living-room. As I entered I was frozen in awe what I saw. In the middle of the room from the ceiling I saw a rope and on the other end hung a white cloth covered body. The cloth was snow white without the rope it would have looked like a ghost. Lest not to see the hung body but I still saw the bare feet. Due to the size I recognized it was my brother William. I gave a brief gasp and tears began to well in my eyes.
Behind me I heard from the kitchen Dad calling my Mom. Soon Mom was beside me, tears were streaming down her pale cheeks. "We should clean this up." She sniffed softly and walked ahead. I wanted to help her but not this! I can not even come near the dead body of my brother! I just can not! Although dead I just could not touch him. I began to shake my head.
"Don't worry, you don't have to touch the body but please help me bring him down." She voice sounded shattered and sorrowful. "Please help me." She repeated as she already held up the body so that I can easily untie the rope from the ceiling.
I quickly grabbed a chair from one corner of the room and untied the rope.518Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡieLDMn1uGE
I had this nightmare many years ago and is something I can't forget. In the beginning I was shocked why my mind conjured up something like this? Especially I'm a woman and proud to be one from Europe and dreamt of being a boy in USA during the 1930s. Over the years I've come to learn that I that have a boundless imagination and hence the nightmare. This was the first and sadly not the last. Luckily they all remain in my head and nothing more.518Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8f3XeCfnCe
