Chapter 21
Experience scratched her crotch before the therapist could enter. "Good afternoon, Ms. Horn." smiled Estelle.
"Mrs. Bible." she corrected. "I am still married."
Estelle nodded whilst calling her stupid bitch. She moved to her desk. "I understand that leavinf vampire relationships are difficult."
They shared tense eye contact.
"Shall we begin?" she asked. "How is sleeping?"
"I sleep." said Experience. "How often?"
"Everyday?" she crinkled as she thought. "Like a regular human."
"There is a therapy that the Ghytto doesn't sleep like us. They make time for whenever. Let me ask… this question." she looked up and at her again. "Did you see Aleigha sleep?"
"Uh…" she inhaled, Estelle could hear the snot be sucked in. "He slept and slept with him, like physically."
"Did he sleep in a coffin--"
"That's racist!" she furrowed
Estelle licked her lips. "My apologies. Did he sleep in a bed?"
"Kind of…" Experience swept her hair back. Her therapist wandered why she kept it blue. "Darlene, do you like yourself."
"Yeah." she shook her boobs. "I like what I see in the mirror."
"But is that truly you?"
"Yes." her stare was cold.
"Describe yourself." she instructed. "Close your eyes and describe yourself."
She exhaled, laying back on the red lounge chair. "I am 5'5."
"Ok," checked a copy of her medical records.
Darlene Kiddy Horn
DOB: April 6th
Sex: Female (AD), MU
Eye color: Brown/green
Height: 5'8
Weight: 189 pounds
Race: European/White
Material Status: Not Married
Social Security: 574-16-xxxx
Address: 1090 James Avenue
State: KS
Zipcode: 67202
Telephone Number: xxxx
EMAIL: LordyMcCullen@aol.com
Vaccinations:
l Hepatitis A
l Hepatitis B
l HPV
l Measles
l Polio
l Shingles
l Tetanus
l Tuberculosis
Vampire Vaccines
bO8m3: N/A
Vacuum 9: N/A
n057: N/A
Operations
Fang removal (August 8th)
Eye dilation (July 7th)
Blood transfusion (September 30th)
Cognitive therapy (schedule)
On-set medical needs
l Fibromyalgia
l PTSD
l OCD
l Pica
l Short-sighted
l Multiple Personalities (write in)
n Not diagnosable
Coming Appointments
l Talk therapy
"How much do you weigh?" she kept track of what she said on another paper. "151 pounds."
She wrote that down. "What color is your hair?"
"Blonde-ish… a dirty brown." She wrote that down. "I like to wear contacts tho."
"How do contacts make you feel?"
"Pretty. Like a different person.
"Explain."
"Like… if I'm sad. I feel happy. When I'm angry I feel…" she thought on that. "What's the opposite of anger?"
"That would be calm."
"I'm calm."
"I want you to try not wearing contacts."
"But I love my glasses."
"Just a week--"
"NO!" she shot up. "I can't do that. Contacts not only make me feel good, but they let me see. What do you want me to do? Walk into traffic?"
"No…" Estelle stilled herself. "Experience what is the definition of life to you."
"Life… is loopy." she circle the air with her finger. "Like it just starts again and again. Anyone can live… but… not everyone can do. You what I'm saying?"
"What do you mean by that?" she wrote down what she heard and her theories.
"Like… life is a reward."
"Ok."
"And not everybody… can have that. Like when niggas was trapping niggas. They didn't have life. They had life taken from them. Cause they was slaves."
"I see…"
"They had to fight to live. If you don't fight, you don't get a life. Like, Aleigha used to tell me, you have to listen so that you can find. So you can heal."
"And what did he do?"
"He beat me but I understood," she put two fingers against her temple. "I wasn't listening. And what he had to say was important. I didn't fight him!" she slapped her hand in her palm. "I got pregnant… by the wrong nigga, like I should have stayed away from him. Cause like… my nigga don't fuck with him like that."
Estelle nodded, "Did Aleigha make you do things?"
"Not really." she looked at the window that showed downtown. "I remember being in the house. And Swyetooth used to bit me. I be like, boy!"
"This is first I heard of Swyetooth."
"He from Louisiana." said Experience.
"He was part of Aleigha's house?"
"Yeah, we picked them up from the court." she scratched between her legs. Estelle noticed, "Would you like a test?"
"nah…" she ogled.
"Alright… what is your relationship with Swyetooth?"
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Experience's shoulder bled profusely. Swyetooth delved into the wound with his tongue, feeling the bone. He bit into her again, pushed her away and rose her legs in the air. "Bruh, what is you doing?" Loose blinked, black bags under his eyes which he couldn't see from. "This bitch juicy."
His newly grown fangs stabbed her thighs. "Bro, like… I can't see. What you doing?"
"He told me to eat…"
Her consciousness was held by the voodoo doll in the room. If she left that would be her body. Aleigha always told her. Swyetooth torn off the thigh.
She was never free. It got to a point, she couldn't spell free in her head.
Phree, no, Fraee? Faii?
He couldn't describe it but blood was… tingling. She lips were burning. What did he tell him to do? Oh right. He held her bone that was visible to him.
With a swift motion, the bone snapped. The pain travelled to her heart and that may have been an act of mercy.
"Lu!" he called. "I know how to put you back together."
"Really?" he turn his head in the direction of sound. "That nigga was talking shit to me like I don't know no better."
He rushed to his friend and took the cuffs off. "I remember something cold on me."
"A spoon." he said.
"A spoon--what--he took my eyes with a spoon!?"
"I'm sorry to say, you was a bitch during the whole thing." the rope was a knot to get out. When it finally came undone, Loose tried to stand. He toppled over, hitting his nose on the basement floor. "Fuck!"
"Will you fucking wait!"
"I can't see man,"
"I know, you can't see, you can't listen, and you can't fucking think. Be still!"
Loose felt the cold floor. "Where are we?" he gasped.
"In this nigga's basement."
"Where's Toy? What about that female that was getting her ass beat?"
Swyetooth looked at the bone pulled. "Now what?"