Where the fuck am I?
I'm a ball?
But, I can't die. I've been shot, stabbed, hung, drowned, and a fucking braid takes me out? I guess that's the equivalent. I felt my bone snap apart and everything. And feeling the road and feeling fire and feeling teeth; again and again.
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What?
Where am I?
This land is like tint of green. I'm just a basketball here. Cool! It's a big garden with a tree in the middle. I go towards the tree and it has a sign attached to it. "Let's see, The Tree of Mille Loqui Annos." That's a funny name, but you have to use like French, German, Latin and shit to be fancy.
It's a pale green tree similar to a willow tree. Trees have like species, so maybe It's a Willow, Mille Annos or something. Or it's just a tree.
The leaves are shaped like spoons. I wonder if I can fly--I CAN! I can fly as a basketball. I get in the branches and the tree has fruit. It's a coiled light green piece of fruit. Basketballs can't eat. Can I knock it down?
I DID! I just bumped it. It falls to the grass and I descend and bump the fruit. I don't think I can eat it. Well, at least I got it down. This garden is beautiful. A bush full of roses, some sunflowers that are the wrong color, and ladybug that is also the wrong color. Why is everything blue or green?
I circle the garden and pass a sign that says Mille Loqui Annos Fields. A patch of chrysanthemums, as dicated by the label in the dirt that is peculiarly brown. Another patch full of common daisies, tulips, and carnations in various shades of color blue or green. I go to another section of the garden and a wooden fence becomes visible as well as a corpse. The man has his skull visible and teeth broken with some teeth in his mouth and wearing overalls that are fucking faded green. He has a pair of black Nike's on however and a bracelet made up of flowers that are not the blinding colors of blue and or green.
The bracelet is pink, white, and purple. But one of the flowers is chipped--Tori...?
My soul trembles. I can't float and I land on the unicolored earth. I can't breathe. My body materializes.
'Tori, stop running!'
'I can't!'
'Tori! Tori!' Why did I even chase her? She kept saying she couldn't see, I yelled and ran after her. Then she tripped and busted her nose. We found that orphanage, but she ran out the building, went... to... the police...
I look at the body and the body looks at me, as it slowly becomes Torielle. "You need to be in jail!" her mouth is misshapen as she yells. "You went to the police..." why is my voice shakey? "I went to the police." her face crinkles. "Where did you go?"
"To the... to the home..." I can't be still. "You went with him!" she screams. "You went with the Indian!"
"I... I..."
"You went with that Indian!"
I don't remember. "You went with that Indian!" she keeps yelling at me. It doesn't mean anything--Oh.
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"Little Alexis, right?"
"Yes?" I looked up at him and Adonajah was tall. "So, Beulah says you've been having dreams that aren't normal. What's wrong?"
He was sitting in a chair wearing his favorite white suit. Karolina was making breakfast, I think we had just got chickens. Adonajah was sick of Beulah complaining. I was excited to get a full meal. Lucant made horse sausage or to be real about it, he made sausages out of a horse he killed. Janna and Raquel would go outside to the tree and start kissing on each other. But after Wixuc came back, he went there to smoke and saw two kids doing leap frog wrong.
At least that's what Janna said.
He got a beating from his granddad and Raquel was actually put in the barn. Janna wouldn't start making declarations about Raquel, so he Adonajah cut his tongue out. I didn't wanna share anything, I thought he would lose it. "What are these dreams about, Alexis?"
"A goat lady..." I murmured. "A goat?" he raised a brow. "You scared of goats?"
"No sir, I don't know why I'm having them."
He looks away from me and looks down after a smoke from his blunt. "Did you know I was Indian?"
"No..." I averted my eyes as much as I could. When I think about it now, Adonajah was ugly. "You don't like to look at me?" His right eye slid to his cheek and his nose was ripped around the nostrils. He actually didn't have a top lip and the bottom lip looked normal. "That's rude, Alexis." he told me.
"I'm sorry."
"I had an 'accident'" he uttered. He wiped his face, "I got, 'bit' by a dog."
I didn't say anything. "Tell me about these dreams."
I never understood why my grandma was evil. She really kicked us out the house. I don't get evil. I can't put myself there. She really kicked two kids out and I knew... Torielle isn't my sister. I think--I think, My mama is Shiloh, she had a boyfriend, and she broke up with him, or he died in jail. Who is Uncle Henri?
I explained to him the dreams I had of the goat lady. "It's this person with the legs of a goat but they don't look like a goat. And they look like furniture with a drape over it."
"And?"
"I saw him or her and then her again. She has red hair," he ran his fingers through my hair. "We can dye it."
I skipped a breath, "I don't her name..."
"That's fine. But if you have those dreams again, let me know." he dragged his blunt. "What does it mean?"
"Sounds like premonitions... you might be a prophet and you know black people are closer to God." he winked. I ogled the room. "Cedrica! Come get breakfast!" yelled Karolina. "I fucking hate when you don't listen!" Adonajah boosted out the chair and went into the kitchen area. "What did I fucking tell you!" I heard a loud smack and babbling. I heard a smack again and I heard Beulah. I didn't go look, maybe I should have because my palm was on fire.
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I'm not the antichrist. I'm Cedrica Alexis McCoy. I'm Cedrica... Me, I'm Cedrica.