Hello! The below piece was inspired by a Death Cab for Cutie song called "I Will Possess Your Heart." If your interested in hearing and seeing the video here it is:
Now onto my piece. Oh and yes, this is the beginning of what will become a book. The entire scene came to me out of nowhere and I had to type it out before I forgot. I hope you enjoy.
“I only need a thousand.”
Cara stared at her younger sister silently. How many times had she heard a sentence starting with those three words? A lot. She’d heard it a lot, the amount of money varied with each ask, but her sister still asked and she always gave. And still, it just wasn’t enough. The girl couldn’t get her life together. Hell, she didn’t try to get her life together, not when she had Cara to act as a money machine.
“Cara, are you listening to me?”
Cara looked at the twenty-two year old woman in front of her with her pink and blue hair, neck tattoos, and rows of piercings around both ears. If she continued to give her money, she’d never grow up. She needed to grow up. Get a job. Get a life. One that wasn’t spent wasting her life.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Cara finally spoke, “and you will listen. I will give you two hundred dollars. No more.”
“What?” Deena gaped at her. “I need a thousand dollars. Two hundred won’t work.”
Cara shook her head. “No, no more, Deena. Do you know how much money I’ve given to you over the last five years? Probably close to ten thousand dollars. Ten thousand, Deena, that’s a lot of money that’s just gone. I can’t get it back. I might have been in my own home now instead of still living in this apartment. Instead, I chose to invest in your future, but you didn’t do anything with it.”
Deena rolled her eyes. “Really? I’m getting a lecture?”
“Yes,” Cara said, her voice cool, “because obviously you can’t get your shit together. So, here’s the deal. I give you two hundred and that’s it. You need to go out and get a job. I will not give you any more money. I just don’t have it to give.”
“What the fuck’s going on?”
Cara looked toward the man standing in doorway of the kitchen. She’d forgotten Deena had brought her latest boyfriend with her. The man was too old for her sister, probably in his mid-thirties, but at this point she didn’t care anymore. She was tired of caring. Deena didn’t care, obviously, and Cara was tired of carrying the load.
“Nothing that concerns you,” Cara said. “My sister and I are talking.”
“She won’t give us the money,” Deena said, turning to him.
“I already told you, I’ll give you two hundred. That’s all I have.”
He nodded. “Are you sure?”
“What?” Cara asked. “Am I sure? Yes, I’m sure. Not that any of this is your business.”
In a split second, he pulled a knife and thrust it into Cara’s body. She staggered back, gasping, as she dropped to the floor. Pain. Such pain.
“I’ll take her body out and dump it,” the man said.
“Deena,” Cara whispered, “help me.”
Her sister leaned over her, shaking her head. “You should have just given us the money.”
Cara opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Darkness swam in her vision and she didn’t want to die. Not like this. Not now. Too much to do. She hadn’t really lived yet.
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See you on Wednesday! -- Gwen