Author: Cutesy
A Desperate Search For Parental Love
A Story
“It’s okay, mummy and daddy are here.”
But my daydreaming is disturbed by the realisation that I’m smiling. I’m smiling at my own pathetic little fake scenarios of having loving parents. My smile falters and a fear falls from my eye.
I start laughing. Not because I find anything funny, but because I realise how… pathetic this is. I don’t need a mummy and daddy. No. I don’t.
My laughter dies down, leaving me in an uncomfortable silence. To distract myself, I decide to get up and go to my fridge.
It’s full of… raw meat and milk. Milk. Milk, a sign of love.
In a state of sudden hunger and thirst, I start eating the raw meat like a rabid, starving dog. I claw at it with my nails and rip it apart with my teeth, my canines especially helping.
After finishing it, I pause. “What the fuck?” I ask myself. But my thirst continues. My thirst for love or for hydration, who knows?
I immediately guzzle down the milk, not taking any time to truly savour it like usual.
I put the milk carton down after drinking it all. Now left with the odd taste of raw meat and milk, I suddenly hear a voice. A soft, soothing voice behind me. I turn around slowly.
A glowing white figure with a covered face, an androgynous build, stands there towering over me. “It’s okay, my child.”
In the end, I get two parent figures in one.
I also crave parental love.
I like drinking milk because it reminds me of love too.