ACTUALLY NOT PART 0.1 OF 0.5 or 1.0 NOT SURE YET HEHEHEH

1993

She looked on as they lowered her sisters’ coffin into the ground. Staring into the faces of all the strangers she tried to conjure up an emotion similar to theirs. As hard as she tried she just couldn’t do it. At the age of nine years old she had taught herself not feel for anything except her mother. Not even her sister who was brutally raped and murdered. In her mind she felt she got what she deserved. Never knowing her father and her only family were her mother and her sister. As everyone praised her sister and called her all types of saints she just stood their not believing her ears. Catherine was a bitch, Jacqui thought she did things that an older sister should never do to a younger sibling. Besides her being on drugs and randomly stealing her money there were things that she allowed to happen that this little girl tried to push to the back of her mind. Becoming more enraged with every word being said, she played back in her mind, what she wishes were a night mare, when she was in the tub for too long and Catherine came barging in the bathroom, claming that she had been banging on the door for over an hour. As Catherine barged in the bathroom she caught her sister washing in between her legs and accused her of stimulating her self.

“Oh so you want to be a little hot ass huh? You think you ready to get fucked? Yeah I thought the same thing when I was your age and look what happened, you little whore! Get out of this mother fucking tub!” She then proceeded to drag her eight year old sisters’ body out of the tub and throw her against the wall. As Jacqui lay in a fetal position on the bathroom floor Catherine continued to brutally kick Jacqui while screaming that she was going to end up just like her. Jacqui screamed back “I’m never going to be like you I fucking hate you, you evil bitch!” just then Catherine turned and picked the lid up off the back of the toilet and was about to break it over the child’s head her Gladys came storming in the bathroom and wrestled it out of her hands. With that, that was the last time either Jacqui or her grandmother Gladys saw Catherine alive.

Just then Jacqui was snapped out of her day dream by a strong hand on her shoulder. When she came to she noticed everyone had gone except her. As she spun around she looked up and noticed it was Buster. She cringed and ran over to where they were picking her grandmother up off of the grass because she just couldn’t believe her first born was dead at the age of nineteen. As Jacqui came to her grandmother it began to pour down raining. Gladys looked up to the sky and cried because know she knew her daughter had not died in vain. To her, rain at funerals always meant the person being buried had been forgiven for all their sins. She looked to Jacqui and said momma loves you baby.” “I love you too mommy, always and forever, you always be my number one girl! Don’t cry okay, Cathy’s in a better place now!” Gladys looked to the child and just smiled and got up and walked to the limo that was awaiting them. The rest of the ride they sat in complete silence. Catherine’s name was never mentioned in the house again. As though she never existed, although