Post by Molly on Oct 28, 2008 17:02:20 GMT -5
The Way Things Were
On the 19th October 2290, a young woman lay on a hospital bed sleeping. Beside her sat a middle aged man, who we are to presume was her husband, and 2 incubators, each with a new born baby inside. Rebecca and Amie were twins, born 2 minutes apart, Amie being the eldest, in the General Infirmary of Irish Precinct B. For the first 2 years of their lives everything was the same except for that 2 minute difference, and their hair colour. Amie’s hair was bright ginger, almost orange in comparison to the mousey brown of Rebecca’s hair. The 2 girls wore the same things, ate and drank the same things, had the same hairstyles, played with the same toys, they even had the same first word, “Rock”.
A week before their second birthday, the twins were in their small back garden, playing with their teddies, when Amie ran off, dropping her bear to the floor as she chased a butterfly around. Rebecca decided that her bear wanted to kiss Amie’s bear so she began to slowly walk over to the pot where Amie had dropped it. Now, for a 2 year old, Amie was incredibly developed. She began to walk at the age of 8 months, and had consequently been causing all sorts of trouble, even though she could hardly talk. Rebecca however, had only really just begun to walk properly on her own, and was still very uneasy on her feet. As she bent down to pick up Amie’s bear, she tripped and fell head first into the garden pond. Hearing the splash, Amie quickly lost sight of the butterfly and ran to the edge of the pond, careful not to fall in herself, she started jumping up and down yelling the only word she knew, rock. “ROCK! ROCK! ROCK!” She yelled hoping that someone would hear and understand that she wanted help. Her mother ran to the pond, closely followed by her father and as the two of them tried to save Rebecca, all Amie could say was “Rock” with a smile on her face as they fought to save her. Rebecca died.
“Blunt force trauma to the head, probably a rock, and drowning.” That’s what the doctors told Amie’s parents. Now I’m sure you can imagine the reaction of their parents. Imagine being told you’re two year old daughter had been killed by a rock, when all her twin sister could say while you were trying to save her, was rock. Amie’s father went mad, screaming and shouting at her for doing this to her twin sister. Her mother just cried. Her 2 year old daughter had killed her twin sister with a rock. As you can imagine, from that day onwards, Amie was permanently being blamed for everything, especially the death of Rebecca.
Out of shame, Amie wasn’t allowed to go to primary school, she was educated at home. That is at least, until every tutor in the precinct refused to teach her after her constant attitude problem and being told the tale of Rebecca. Her parents became so fed up, that they sent Amie to a boarding school for high school and hoped that it would reform her. However, in her final year, one of the boys in her class found out about what happened to Rebecca and believed that Amie was a descendant of the Devil. In their next religion class, their teacher called Amie to the front and told her that she was going to be exorcised so that the Devil in her would be vanquished. During the one hour class, Amie was raped 15 times by fellow classmates, as their teacher chanted over her. Needless to say, when Amie swore at and cursed her fellow classmates and teacher at the end of the lesson, she was sent home for good.
“They were trying to help you and you repay them by cursing them and their families!? You’re such an ungrateful brat!” her father yelled when she walked through the front door a week later. Unfortunately for her, her Father’s brother, a “priest” was visiting and her Mother was out. She was pushed into her bedroom and ordered to tip our all her belongings for inspection by her Father and her Uncle. In her bag, Amie had all her sketches, most of which were guitars or rock stars she idolised, and there was also her home made rain shaker, items of the Devil that had been banned for the good of all humankind by the Killer Queen herself. Amie doesn’t remember much of what happened next. All she remembered after that was finding her Uncle inside her before being knocked out again.
When she woke up, Amie was lying outside, somewhere she’d never been before. It was then that she made the decision never to return home, or try and get home ever again. She wasn’t wanted there. A small wind blew, and a flyer fluttered past her. Catching it, she noticed how old it was and read what it was about. It was an advert. “Flogging Molly in concert, London Astoria, 5th November 2008.” Pulling on the hoodie her head had been laid on, and armed with her new name, she headed off in search of a new place. Somewhere where the people would be nice, somewhere she, Molly, could call home.