Somebody Save Me

Chapter One

July 2nd, 1987 a small baby girl was placed into her mothers arms. The women looked at the child she had brought into the world and was no doubt both happy and sad. Her family did not live under the best of circumstances. A small trailer was all she could afford and she could barely feed her existing children as her “job” did not pay much. Some nights she would only get one customer and others she would receive many callers, but it never added up to much. A little girl. She thought, I have a little girl. Her two boys peeped over the side of the hospital bed to look at their new little sister.
“What’s her name mom?” Carl, her eldest child asked.
“Charlotte Ann Sherder.” She replied with a smile.
“Charlotte…” her youngest son, Jim said with a smile, “I like it!”
“Me too.” She and beamed at her baby’s sleeping form.
Carl looked at the baby sleeping next to him on the ground, covered only in a thin blanket. She was sound asleep as of right now but he knew that would soon change. She was only three months old, but already she had a huge set of lungs on her. When she was upset or just wanted attention, boy did she get it. His mother was not home to night, and he dreaded having to try and take car of his sister him self. It was no a matter of taking care of her; he had practically raised Jim. It was the fact that there was no food in the house to feed her.
His mothers’ “job” took her away most nights of the week, so he was left to take care of his brother and sister. Although he was not completely sure what his mothers’ job really was, he knew in his heart that he did not like her “boss”. His child’s’ intuition told him to stay away from the black man at all costs. Usually, he was good at this, but lately he had been sticking around. Not long after Charlotte was born, them man came to their house. He watched as that mans’ eyes lit up when he discovered that he had a sister.
“She will be a pretty one.” He said gleefully.
No, he did not like the man at all and he made sure he was in the room with his mother and sister any time the man came to their door. Never, never, never would any one ever hurt his sister. Not while I’m around. A shrill cry broke through his thoughts. Yup, she can scream. He thought. Picking her up, he tried to hush her by gently patting her back. Checking her diaper, he knew that she wasn’t cranky because she needed it changed, but because she was hungry. Great. Now what? Jim looked at his older brother wearily.
“What now?” he asked.
“She is hungry.”
“But we don’t have any milk!”
“We still have a little bit of the powdered stuff. Go put a little in the bottle and fill the rest with water. Shake it!” He called to his brothers retreating back.
After Jim had made the bottle, he laid his sister back in his arms and put the bottle in her mouth. She sucked at it greedily, with her hand over his fingers. He smiled at her and she giggled.
“Did you hear that?” he asked.
“Oh nothing.” He replied, still smiling.

Somebody Save Me

Charlotte McFarland

Mesa, United States

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Artist's Description

This is a story about my life. Some of it is fiction as I do not know much about what happended at my birth home. At some point in this story, be prepaired as the very real and sick plot unfolds. My main goal in this is to reach others who have gone through the same things I have and I hope they can find some peace in knowing that they are not alone.

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