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carry me down-

" I put the sack right down by my father's feet.

'Right. Pop them in here for me.'

I take the kittens - all of them black and white like Crito - from the pouch in my father's jacket and put them into the sack while he runs the bath with hot water. The steam makes my face sweat.

'They're not wriggling very much,' I say. 'It must be cosy in the sack.'

'Don't be soft,' he says. 'Grab that chair for me to sit on, and grab that stool for yourself.'

He pulls his chair near to the bath, and I sit on the stool beside the taps, in case he needs more water. He lowers the sack into the hot bath. The sack floats for a moment, and then sinks to the bottom. As the kittens move around inside, the sack moves with them.

'How long does it usually take?' I ask.

My father shrugs. 'That depends.'

We don't speak. His leg is jumping up and down and air bubbles float to the top of the water. I'm unstable on the stool and there is nowhere for me to hang on. I'm going to fall off and I want to get down, but I don't say so.

'God, Da,' I say. 'They're moving around a lot. Maybe we should've given them some kind of injection or something.'

He doesn't answer. He stares at the water and chews the inside of his lip. The heads of the kittens are straining against the darkened cloth of the sack.

Now there are fewer bubbles.

'It's taking a very long time,' I say.

He turns on me. 'Are you able for this or not? If you're not then go and help your mother in the kicthen.'

My mother is not in the kitchen; she is in my bedroom next door. I can hear her singing.

'I am able for it,' I say.

There are certain things my father says, when we are alone, that give me a feeling that this is a mixture of excited and sick.

'Feck it,' he says. 'The water mustn't've been hot enough.'

He gets up from his chair and lifts the sack out of the water. I climb off the stool and watch as he struggles to undo the knot in the sack. The kittens are still moving.

'Quick,' I say. 'Let them out.'

The knot is hard to loosen, but at last the sack is open. My father is red in the face and in the neck. He empties four of the kittens unto the floor and they wriggle and climb on top of each other. Their small ribs heave up and down under thin strands of wet, dark fur. If not for their mewing, they wouldn't seem like kittens at all.

'I knew you'd let them out,' I say, 'I knew you couldn't kill them.'

My father turns to me, takes a kitten in his hand, swings it over his shoulder, and smashes its head against the edge of the bath. The sound of the skull cracking is loud and sharp; like a ruler being snapped in half.

'You stupid, soft little bastard,' he says.

He holds the bashed kitten by the tail over the bath. I want it to live and I still hope it might but blood drips from its skull and ears and it doesn't move. I know it must be dead.

There's not much blood but there's enough to drip down the inside of the bath, enough to turn the water pink near the surface. The blood sinks, then fades. I don't look at my father and then, without warning, he lifts another wet kitten from the floor and bashes its head against the side of the bath. His face is redder than I've ever seen it and, as he reaches for the next kitten his hand shakes.

'Stop it!' I say. 'Please stop.'

He looks down. The kittens in the sack have stopped moving.

'It's only nature,' he says, his chest rising and falling. 'You've got to learn that it's only nature.'

THAT was the very first chapter of my pretty and innocent looking book. i don't think i wanna read the rest.

read it! i colored it a little just so you would. ngek.

EGBERT NAH KING JIN YOU SUCK. I HAPPY YOU.

hahah kidding lah be happy so that i can emo you instead :)


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