Mutilate - May 19, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "mutilate". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]]

Mutilate - Squiddy Geiger - May 19, 2012

The old doll was torn and mutilated, showing distinct signs of abuse. Brittnee seemed to be very careless with it; she'd take it everywhere with her, but dropped it, threw it, kicked it, and squished it regularly. Josh was concerned, he'd never seen her treat any of her things in such a manner.

"Don't you like your doll," he'd finally asked about a week after he'd first noticed the behaviour. "She's beautiful, why are you so mean to her?"

Brittnee looked at him for a moment, then laughed. "Sarah likes it, Dad! She's a maskasist!"

Josh corrected her. "You mean a masochist, and where did you hear that word?"

The 12 year old was evasive. "Oh, I don't know. Someone at school, maybe?"

"Well I don't want you using it, and your doll is not a masochist. Stop treating her like that, or I'll take her away." He sighed. "Go do your homework, please. Supper will be ready in an hour."

Brittnee went upstairs obediently, and sat down to do her homework. Josh checked in on her a few minutes later, to find that she was working away on some problem or another. He nodded in satisfaction. He also noted that the doll was propped in a sitting position on the desk.

The girl heard the door close behind her, and smiled at the doll. "Have you learned not to steal another girl's boyfriend yet, Sarah? No? Not yet?" she asked, as she stuck a needle into the doll's shoulder. "Maybe this will help."

Across town in St Anthony's Hospital, a figure wrapped in bandages and encased in multiple casts shrieked in agony, and the nurses rushed in to assist her. They upped her pain medication; it looked to be another rough night for Sarah Wannamaker.

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