Small preview of "Hasta que la Muerte Nos Sepera"

“Hasta que la Muerte Nos Sepera”

The crunching leaves reverberated under her feet as she walked briskly down the sidewalk. The whisper of tree tops bristling in a slight breeze cut through the thickness of silence that engulfed the night ambiance, greeted her ears. A dog, as she passed a persons’ yard, would aid in the disruption of the deafening silence. Her breath came in short puffs and could be seen due to the cold. A cold so profound that it made a lifeless cadaver shiver in its grave in an effort to keep warm; the thought of a body chilling in the grave sent a cold shiver sound her spine causing her to become even more frigid.
“Why does it have to be so damn cold?” She spat as she wrapped her hands around herself and hissed as a cold breeze bit at her already frozen cheeks. Kijana never loved Winter, even as a child her mother always had a hard time trying to force her to go outside and have fun.
The sound of Gospel Christmas songs played in the background as Shainizhya stood at the sink washing the dishes after a large family Christmas dinner. She looked over to Kijana, who was staring out the window with a pout on her face.
“Mama, why do the snow gotta come ev’ry Christmas? It ain’t got no purpose here, and it cold, too.” She whined out in slight disdain. Shainizhya let forth a full, hearty laugh and shook her head at her daughter’s hatred for a little bit of frozen water.
“Kija, why do you not go outside and make a snowman?” Her mother’s sweet, soft voice asked in a cheery tone, ignoring her question.
“I don’t wanna go out theres. It cold! My legs may be fixin’ to fall off the second I goes out there” she exclaimed in that whinny, tone. She’d do and say just about anything to try to get out from going outside in that Hell of all weather and seasons.
Her mother sighed; set down the plate that she finished rinsing and walked over to her daughter, wiping her hands dry on her apron. Kijana craned her neck as she stared into her mother’s green eyes that danced with amusement.
“Beby, ya know ya need to be there for ya brotha. What if he run into the road and get hit? How would you feel?” She said with love in her voice. Kijana nodded her head ashamed with herself that she would rather ditch her little brother, Tyge, and stay inside rather than be out there in the cold snow with him.
“Plus, him look kind of bored out there playin’ all by his lonesome self..” Her mother gestured with her head out the window and Kijana followed her gaze. There was Tyge, sitting in the snow and laughing about absolutely nothing. Even though his complexion was a darker shade of mocha, there was a hint of pink in his cheeks caused by the biting cold and gleeful imagination of a five year old boy. Kijana turned her face back towards her mother and agreed to go out with him.
“Ok, mama. I’ll go out and play wit’ him” she said dutifully. Shainizhya smiled and laughed.
“That my girl. You make me so proud and happy.” Kissing her daughter’s head she hugged her and let her go to put her snow clothes on. Once Kijana was bundled up, her mother sent her outside to her little brother. She stepped outside and her mother shut the door behind her. It was a dry cold—a bitter cold; she didn’t like the feel of it at all. It was wrong.
Kijana began to call for her little brother. But she could not seem to find him.
“Tyge! Come on out and let’s make a snowman!” She shouted as she bent over and began to form a ball in the snow for the base of the snowman. An instant later a snow ball hit her in her back side with a tremendous force.
“OW! Tyge! That really hurt!” An obnoxious laughter followed her exclaim from behind a bush near the yard. Tyge taunted her and she screamed in mock rage as she chased after him. They were soon throwing snow balls at each other; dodging and laughing as they continued the playful assault on one another. Kijana ducks behind a bush and Tyge hides behind the family car in the drive way next to the bush she is hiding in.
“You can’t win” She yells from the bush. Her laughter dies down as she hears no reply. She peaks out from behind the bush to see where and what Tyge was doing. She called out him, she receives a “psst” from a different location form the car. She walks around to find Tyge near the road, but thinks nothing of it as she scoops another snow ball into her hands and throws it at Tyge. He lets out a high pitched, childish scream and runs in the opposite direction.
Shainizhya is in the house drying off her most favorite serving plate when the sound of screeching tires and a low “THUD”, Kijana’s scream for her greets her ears. Her head snaps up and a blood curdling scream escapes her throat and she drops the plate, which shatters everywhere, and runs outside to Tyge.
Kijana watches as her brother’s body is flown high in the air then smacks the hood of the car that had hit him, before sliding off of the hood and landing in a heap in front of the car. She stared in shock as she slowly walked near him, but not to him. He wasn’t moving. Kijana heard a distant scream unimaginable pain, before feeling a rush of air go past her, and then seeing the dark blur bolt over to Tyge.
“Mama” was all she could manage before her mother broke out in a fit of horrific sobs of loss, grief, and pain; lifting Tyge’s head to her breast cradled him. She kept kissing his face and shaking him when he did not respond to her calls to “wake up”.
“Tyge! Please beby, please get up! Mama’s here now, please stop pretending? P-p-pleeaseee!!” She sobbed furiously as she continued to shake him to get him to wake up.
“No! Don’t leave me beby! I need you Tyge! P-please Tygeria, don’t go-o-o-ooo! Aahhh!!!” Shainizhya clutched onto Tyge’s lifeless body and her sobs became more frantic and loud. All the while Kijana was in a state of comatose as she watched her mother try so hard to brink her little boy back… even though both of them knew that that was not going to happen.
The person in the car stepped out and staggered over, he mumbled something that was incoherent to Kijana’s ears, but what he said made her mother become stock still and a feral look came about her eyes. She set Tyge’s body down softly and stood up and faced the paled faced, staggering man.
“You call my Tygeria a dog? How dare you?! You know you drunk! And you come and hit my beby! He dead ‘cause of you! You lucky I don’t disembowel you where you stand! You disgustin’ pig..” Shainizhya said the last part with such malice in her voice Kijana thought she would wet herself due to fright. She looked over to her little brother and walked up to him and kneeled next to him. She stared at his face and was shocked to see him like this. His forehead had been split open along with his cheek, which had a gouge in it; his nose was skinned and his lips were split down the middle. But the thing that was most unsettling the way that his body was in an unnatural position. His legs were bent in, making it look like he was sitting Indian style. His right arm was hanging, but not bloodily; it was bent in the shape of a “V” and had scratches all along the limp limb; the bone sticking just against the skin from the inside. His bodies whole position was unnatural and it looked like a possum that was rammed by a Mac truck.
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This is just a snippet of the original story, nothing more. This is it until the actual is completed. Ta ta ^-^.