"BACK!" Simisola shouts. A wicked yell goes off and Simisola grabs my belt, pulling me forward. "HELL!" she puts her arms under my shoulders and drags me away. "Mokiri! Stay woke! Stay woke!"
They abused me…
"Mokiri!"
"There they are…"
"Well fuck me!" she drops me. "Fuck it." I roll to my side and flutter my eyes. Simisola's hands are in the air and I see my brother and five other men. The man have guns on us and Ubayd has a woman hugged by the shoulders. "I told you they would escape." says Ubayd. "We have mama."
"What the fuck is wrong with you nigga!"
"Arrest them." orders the woman.
"Fuck it. Go ahead." groans Simisola. "I'm done, I can't do this shit no more."
"What the hell--Sola!"
"I'm dead…"
"And!" A bullet goes off in my sister's head right before my eyes. Before she hits the ground. I grab aher hand. "That's evil… use her as a shield."
I hug my sister. I keep squeezing her arm thinking she'll wake up. "What do you want?" I yell.
"I don't know." she says.
"Bullshit. You shot my sister for what?"
"This is the 17th time she has done this. You can't be trusted. Why are all the dogs in this family so fucking hardheaded?"
"I ain't no dog!"
"Well, your soul is clean. I'll have one of the voodooist do something else for you." she turns to the men, "Ernesto, kill the black bitch."
I saw a bullet fire and that bullet hit me. I put my leg out, my legs wobbling with my sister in my arms. I'm conscious.
"Fire again."
And I hear the bullet go off, landing in shoulder. Again, hitting my collarbone.
I'm conscious.
"She's not dying."
Again, my eye is open, my eye is gone. I can't carry her. Everything is blurry.
"Is she human? Shoot her in the head."
I'm conscious. I'm conscious.
I'm conscious. I'm conscious.
My body hurts. I'm conscious.
I'm conscious. I see a pair of black boots.
I'm unconscious.
.
.
.
This is a nice bed.
The covers are white. It's just a thin blank over my naked body. I forgot I got my nipples pierced. I feel my right arm and there's a needle in it. Beside me is an IV.
"Yes, I understand dad… well you are my father nigger!" a female shouts in the hall. "No, DAD. Well you are a nigger. You and that fucking asian!" she barges into my room. "No, no, no, I will not apologize for calling you out for how you act! You are a fucking piece of shit and you never liked me having nigga friends." she crosses her arms. "Well… I'm pregnant and he's black."
Excuse me?
"I'm talking to a dead guy. You aren't even alive! I buried you and you know what I'm gonna do to your corpse?" I can't even understand what the other could be saying over the phone. "Imma fuck it. Because fuck you!"
Lord have mercy.
"I'm not bring you back. I have a new family; I'm black now! I don't wanna be white and you know what, black people don't get fleas!"
What is happening?
"It's the same thing, lice and fleas are all the same--SHUT UP TALKING TO ME!" she slams her phone on the floor, breaking. "You ever had a family?" she asks me.
"You locked them up…"
"Because they was bad puppies. You wanna be my family?" she stands by my bedside. "You used to be a werewolf, so I was thinking you could be… a fairy nah, because you get one chance. How about a witch?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You got shot like 23 times… you stupid?"
I grimace, "Fuck you…"
"Listen," she sits on my bed with a smile. "The realm is everything. It's like God sold his land. He gave us a piece of Eden." If Eden is down here. Let me up.
"Anybody or anything can be a God, a prophet--"
"No they can not--" she smacks me. "Yes they can." she retorts. WHAT THE FUCK IS HOLDING ME? "Spoiler alert! It's my shadow." she waves her hands in celebration. "Vampires are in control of the shadows. I mean, teeth are scary but what they stand for. Don't you wanna be black?"
"I AM A NIGGA!" What in fuck is going on. "So," she lays her hand on my stomach. "You could be a vampire." she pats me. "You could be something else, we could make you an Idol. Praise… what's your name?"
"Sarah…"
"That's not it. Hold on…" she pulls out a phone from nowhere. "I have a bunch from dead people…" she whispers. She dials a number and I cannot move. "Honey, what's your black ass sister's name? Ah… Mokiri." she hangs up.
"Who are you?"
"Somebody…" she looks at me. "I… went to Amalaric. Vampires go to school to talk about what happened to Shikki. My dad's a pedophile."
"You weird as shit."
"I am? Oh well, it's crazy that a black man is supposedly so traumized by the torture of his daughter he made a world out of it. So… we added some things. Has this for black history?"
"You racist?" I narrow my eyes. "No. Actually, I really think slavery was unnecessary. Like we didn't have to try to kill a bunch of Africans; not americans to get a piece of land. Cause that's why."
"What?"
"Black history is actually pretty dark but all you hear about is Martin Luther King Jr. Which is great but let's talk about the white people that were like the mini KKK and assassinated him for wanting rights of black people." she goes on. "I'm not racist. I generally think, black men look better than white dudes and I don't like being white. Actually… listen, my mother is my aunt. Though, many can commit incest; it's not exclusively white people but I see the stereotype it's because we all so fucking ugly… it's a mystery."
I'm… baffled.
"Darlene Horn, but you call me Eugenija."
"Why?"
"I know I could be Eugenia. But like I really like mom… she's not bad, she's actually really cool." she pushes a strain of her back. "Who is mom?"
"Huh? Oh, Mable." she says. She gets off the bed, "Yeah, she's the antichrist and we just want our family to grow. Mama just wants her life back like… we even out a realm underground. There's stores, a church, it's like America down there. Mama said I didn't have to be underground so I'm not. I got an arranged marriage to your brother."
"How the fuck did that happen?"
"We broke in." She gets all lovely dovey. "It's a whole life. A brand new way to live. And I can just keep repeating it. Just like the bible, in the beginning.