lost little puppet
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- Sep 9, 2020
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Friday 22nd December 2006
Joji's mother was heavy on drugs on a Friday morning whilst on the phone with one of her friends. She was pacing back and forth, stumbling and trembling. Was like this every other morning, clearly too fucked up to take her daughter to school or to take care of her even. Joji was 3 years of age during this time, she was in her bedroom playing with her dolls before school as she was listening to her mother's conversations.
Conversations Joji should not be hearing at such a young age, on this morning she had cut off Barbie's fingers and had lodged the fingers into Barbie's mouth forcefully whilst making Ken watch. Was a thing she liked doing to her dolls and then some. She was a lonely child, had witnessed things she shouldn't have, this had caused Joji to be very different, instead of playing with other kids she would sit by herself outside playing with her dolls.
Mommy how could you?
Joji's mother was talking on the phone, explaining to her friend how much of a problem her daughter was, laughing at how she was on drugs when giving birth to her, believing everything was all fun and games. Laughing at how she had come up with the name Joji when being so fucked up, she couldn't even remember naming her at the time. Joji had heard the conversation and laughter as she continued playing with her dolls. Joji had never seen true compassion, never experienced love, or to be wanted and cared for, she was abused and neglected by her mother since birth. Her mother had never wanted her, she kept her around for the money she received by having her around. Joji was her mother's paycheck, punching bag, and armrest for some time. Joji never had friends or a father, she was told he needed milk one time and never came back home, her mother had fucked many men to not know who the father could be. Everyday Joji heard what her mother would talk about on the phone, she knew things she shouldn't be knowing. She had seen her mother bring back home different men every other night.
Joji would peak and see different men doing things that weren't so PG-13. Joji went to school that Friday morning, there was a boy looking at her the wrong way first lesson, she smiled at him and waited for the break to come. She had waited for him to go to the boy's room to use the toilettes, she followed him in, grabbed him and well... She had tried her best to drown him by placing his head down the toilet. Joji is paranoid schizophrenia, she is highly impulsive – her behaviour tends to be very erratic when making decisions. She hadn't seen anything wrong with what she had done, her mother treated her this way, she thought it was normal behaviour. Teachers had heard what was happening and helped the boy. The principal had contacted her mother to come to the school as soon as possible. The whole time being there, Joji's mother had rolled her eyes at the teachers and didn't care much about what had happened. Joji went home that night, she received a beating. She was used as an ashtray that night and used as a punching bag as her mother had taken high doses of heroin. When done with her daughter, Joji was thrown into her room without food and water. "Mommy no, please Mommy! Mommy!" As she pleaded against her bedroom door. Joji had waited for her mother to leave to go on her daily drug run, during this time Joji had then constantly banged her small fragile fists against her bedroom window, in hope that someone would notice and help her.
Saturday 23rd December 2006
The snow was still, very light. The day after school Joji was in her bedroom, playing with her dolls most of the day as her mother had another man over, she stayed locked in her bedroom and had blocked out the noises by playing. Christmas Eve was tomorrow, Joji was hoping it would be the year, the year that she had finally got the gift that she had prayed for from Santa Clause. Her gift was to receive a hug from her mother, as Joji had seen other girls from her class receive affection from their mothers, this had made Joji earn for the same. Her mother had stumbled into Joji's bedroom after unlocking her bedroom door, she had a beer in her hand, drunk and drugged, reeking of alcohol she had told Joji that Santa Clause isn't real and explained it was why she had never got presents on Christmas, how she won't be getting any this year also. The man she had over crept behind her, placed his hands around her waist, he had mocked Joji and her dolls as the stench of alcohol from her mother and him swayed over into Joji's direction.
Her mother was wearing reindeer antlers on her head. The man had taken the antlers from her mother's head and placed them on his head. "She is right, you know?" As he had given Joji a creepy smile, he mocked and laughed, he had pointed his finger towards Joji, wagging it. "No such thing as Santa Clause!" Her mother laughed, grabbed the antlers, and placed them back on her head in a cheeky, cute-like manner. All the other children got presents... Joji believed they were lying, she knew Santa Claus was real. Joji looked at them, not saying a word. Joji had looked at the reindeer antlers on her mother's head. Joji had asked her mother if she could let her wear them for a little while, or even take a look. Her mother refused and told her to get to bed aggressively. She looked at her mother and smiled as she left her bedroom. It was bedtime.
The clock struck 12 midnight, the snow had turned into a blizzard.
Joji had waited patiently for her mother to fall asleep, at the perfect time she had quietly placed her wellies on and had then made her move discreetly, she had then went out back into the shed to grab a machete, Joji had then made her way back into the home, to then butcher her mother as the radio played the song Let it Snow by Dean Martin. Her mother had woken up to her daughter butchering her to death. She was smiling, laughing, having an exciting start to her Christmas day. She had stood over her mother's corpse, what was of it anyway... There was barely anything left of her body, Joji had noticed her mother's hand on the couch. She had grabbed her mother's hand and had decided to slowly slice off all of her fingers. She had grabbed her mother's head that she had decapitated and shoved all the fingers she had sliced off and placed them in her mother's mouth as she grinned and giggled. This felt amazing for Joji, something she used to do with her Barbie dolls. It made her feel peace, satisfied, free.
Soon as she was done with her fun, she had grabbed the reindeer antlers and placed them on her head. She left no trace of evidence that it was her, for a little girl she was rather smart. All she did was call the police and pretend to cry over the phone. Her mother had spent a lot of time with someone who was very abusive towards her, it was in their records, he got sentenced for murder and blamed, there was evidence she was with him that day, everything had worked out for little Joji. She went on and lived in foster care since then, but no one wanted to adopt her, she was troubled and challenging. At the age of 16 she had got up to no good, she had often lied about her mother, telling others that she is still around being alive and well. She still wears those antlers to this day, the reindeer antlers, maybe you can wear a pair yourself some time if you piss her off.