I search my small metal room until early in the morning, looking and searching for something. My smile-which was sown into my skin by the happy stars they've been giving me-went wide when I find a small music kitty. The tune is something that Jeremy made up for me late at night once when I couldn't sleep. He is such a nice boy, I hope that one day I can repay him. I hug the kitty tight, as it begins to play the tune. I smile at it, humming along with it. It was such a pretty song, so slow and soothing. I could give it to my friend Howell when I saw him in Hell tomorrow! I jumped up and down in excitement as I ran over and jumped into bed before one of the demon guards would see me and ask why I was still up. The last time that had happened, one of the guards had slapped me so hard red ink dripped from my mouth. I shook the memory away, slowly dozing off to the noise of the music box. It's gentle, yet so enticing-I learned that word from Howell, he told me it means something attractive-beat dragging me into a dreamless, inky sleep.
Waking up with my demon guard, Benny, pulling me to my feet, I yawned, keeping the kitty close to me. Why did I have to wake up so early? None of the other demons had to, so why me? I shook my head, letting him drag me to the visitor room, where a familiar droopy woman and my Jeremy stood. I smiled cheerfully at Jeremy, looking at the woman and chuckling a bit.
"I didn't know you had a significant other Jer-Bear!" I said, sitting down; "so, what's your name young lady?" The lady and Jeremy looked at me, as if I had bug eyes and demon teeth. My smile slowly faded as I saw some paper work on the table, my once cheerful voice quivering and turning to a confused look. "Your not his significant other?" I asked, looking at the woman, pointing at her accusingly; "Who are you, then? Why are you here with my Jeremy?" The woman began balling, for reasons I don't understand. I didn't understand anything, what was going on? I gulped down something logged in my throat as I watched Jeremy, his face scrunched up as if he were looking for words.
"Dad," he said in his silky, concerned voice, the wrinkles in his face smoothing out again; "she's your wife. Do you remember her?" I stared at the pathetic woman, frowning as I shook my head 'no' even though I wanted to jump up from my uncomfortable black leather chair and yell 'I've never had a wife in my life! What's wrong with you two?!' as I stomped away from the table. I drummed my fingers on the table once.
"So..why are you two here?" I asked in my weak voice, eyes darting from the woman back to my son, then back too the woman. The brunette stared at me slowly, her eyes pink and swollen from crying. She looked pitiful, as she sat there, the mirror reflecting her and everyone else in the room. My chest started to ache as I watched her push a pen and the paper work up to me. I stared down at the paper, a frown settling on my once up curled mouth. Grabbing the pen, I investigated it for a few seconds. First click, out, second click, in. I looked back up to the woman nervously, feeling as if the butterflies that had once been in my stomach had been dipped in radioactive poisons. The woman had begun morphing into a terrible creature that smiled pitifully upon me and seemed to care about me, as she told me which papers to sign. As I walked out of the visitors area of the mirror, I stared up at Benny.
"What was that, Benny?" I asked, feeling like a little kid. He stare at me for a few seconds then, he sighed, like a big dragon.
"It was a divorce," he replied bluntly; "and your wife was the divorce-r." I sighed. Happy holidays I guess is what I should've told them, maybe she would've let me stay and visit with my Jer-Bear more if I did.