• I was born in a small farming town where the population consisted of a few hundred people, some farms, and a church. The houses were all built by hand, which caused pride in the families who became closer from the experience. Despite how unique each house appeared, almost all of them were painted white: the color of purity. Then there was the land. It was a raging sea of brown and yellow corn that turned and twisted endlessly. The scenery was beautiful but I usually had my eyes drawn to a text book rather than the land before me. I was hoping that one day I would be able to escape the farming life and make something of myself, even be a writer.

    I became quite studious causing my vocabulary and my parents pride to flourish. Every paper I received an A on went right into the scrapbook my parents were creating, while millions of kisses were pressed against my cheeks. My parents’ eyes practically glowed with pride until Elizabeth was born.

    I had been playing the new piano my parents managed to buy me when I first heard my mother’s screech. Panic rose within me as I bolted to her side. I had felt my hands shake as I saw my father helping her along towards the exit. I found myself wondering why the baby could be so cruel to cause her such pain. As I moved into the car, I couldn’t help but glare a bit at my mother’s stomach with a bit of unease. Would the baby hog up all the attention now that it was going to be born?

    The question haunted me before I had finally shrugged it off. After all I had always been my parents’ little angel and NOTHING would ever change that. They never wanted to leave me out of their site so it was obvious they cared. When I had come to this revelation my father and I were waiting to catch our first glimpse of the child. When she had finally come she was beautiful.

    She had lovely blonde hair and cornflower colored eyes. Everyone fell in love with her, including me. I felt as if the baby was a treasure meant to be kept safe, and that was what I planned to do. Spending some of my earnings on baby toys, I felt myself becoming more and more attached to my little sister just like my parents were. Everything was running smoothly and life was great, until I began to disappear.

    I first started to notice it when my parents didn’t call me down to dinner or lunch when it was time to eat. I ignored this, however, since I expected my parents to spend more time with the new born since Elizabeth was in a delicate state. As time progressed, however, my parents began to ignore me more and more. They sold the new piano I had to obtain more money for the baby then I found that they were going to force me out of my room too. They were going to put me in the attic since they claimed that the baby would be too cold up there. When this occurred I found myself worrying about what would happen next. Would they kick me out of the house since I talked too loud? Would they sell my clothing and books?

    It was when my parents finally forgot my birthday and also my parent teacher meeting that I decided to try and get rid of Elizabeth. I first used the internet at school to try and post an ad claiming that a baby was for sale but after my teacher caught me and I was extremely punished I decided not to try that again. Instead, I began to think of an alternative while seething silently. Maybe I could leave the child somewhere to be raised by wolves or snakes. It worked in Tarzan so it should work again, then everything would be back to normal. I grinned at the thought and tried to decided when the best time to do this would be.

    Finally, I decided that it had to be done as soon as possible, meaning now. I didn’t want to disappear any more, so I decided to sneak into the baby’s nursery when my parents were sleeping. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I looked at the child with disdain. It was a struggle not to strangle her right then and there as I held her close to my chest. Heart pounding, I attempted to calm myself as my fingers combed through the child’s blond locks.

    She was perfect, she was loved, she was everything in my parent’s life so this must be done. Looking around the pink colored nursery, I finally decided to exit through the window. Elizabeth shivered in my arms but remained asleep as I opened the cool glass. A piece of wood from the frame splintered, piercing my flesh although I couldn’t feel it.

    Carefully stepping through the window, I looked down at Elizabeth, watching as she slept. She seemed almost peaceful and I loathed her for it. Jealousy poisoned my already tainted blood as I looked at our white painted house before finally I turned and walked towards the cornfield. The stalks swayed, as if to tell me to turn back and leave, but I continued to trudge on. The baby began to squirm and whimper in my arms, sensing the evil aura that surrounded me.

    My feet felt heavy as I continued to walk within the endless sea of corn, my feet crunching upon the corn seeds until finally I stopped. Crouching down, I gently placed Elizabeth upon the ground. I watched as her little limbs flailed while cornflower eyes opened, rimmed with tears. Finally her wails began, but we were too far out in the corn field for anyone else to notice. One tiny arm reached out towards me hopefully.

    Instead I turned my back on her and began to walk. Her screams and cries continued until finally all went silent. Adrenaline dying away, I suddenly felt guilt weigh down upon me until finally I turned around. I just couldn’t leave her out there all alone. I hesitated before I quickly ran back to where Elizabeth lay. When I arrived, however, she wasn’t there. All that was left was her pink blanket sullied by blood.

    It took all I had not to gag as I ran away from the evil deed I had committed. A faint echo of the now dead baby’s cries continue to ring in my ears as I finally reached the barn. What should I do? I closed my eyes momentarily before a wave of calm washed over me. I could be like Hercules. I remembered the movie that he died in but was able to bring his girlfriend and himself back to life.

    Nearly giddy in excitement, I opened the barn door slowly before looking about. Finally I grabbed the small hand gun that my father had started teaching me target shooting with. Grinning, I sprinted back to the area I knew the bloodied blanket lay. Upon spotting the spot, I grabbed the blanket gently to gaze at it before looking at the gun.

    The child safety was off and the gun was loaded. I also had the baby’s blanket in my hand so that I would be lead to her in the after life. Grinning happily, I pulled the c**k back on the gun before fumbling slightly as I aimed it at my head. “I’m coming Elizabeth….”