December 3, 1967. This date was my expectances with very important people. No, this was not the going to be the day of anything as you expect, But, my birthday. Did the old whore know her accretion was off? October, Yes this unlucky month. She had the worse thoughts maybe today she would see the face soon to regret. Pushing and Pushing Halloween night I was nowhere to be found.

November 1, 1967. Finally threw everything she may hate, there I was. "The day of the dead" soon to be known as "Serious Alex Charles’ birthday". Yes as you can see this is my birthday, and that is my name. Do you know that my name I serious? Sac was my nickname. Although when mom got mad at me I was known as Alex! But that’s not the worry at the moment.

I was nearly a day old when I had my first taste of blood. Yes, she was the most stupid mother around. Who lets their child play with sharp objects? This lady didn’t notice but I still have my scar. Right here, I have a cut between my two fingers on my left hand. This day was the beginning of something soon to be known around the world. Sure we all know after the day of the dead it’s the day of the alive...or whatever. But I think they have it wrong, because I swear from this day forward I wanted her blood more than anything.

When my mom seen the blood rushing from my finger she nearly broke out into tears, it was the most amazing thing ever. Have you ever seen so much shock that you couldn’t handle it? Well I haven’t. Why would you get shocked over blood? It’s the most beautiful thing in the world. Of course, I didn’t just want My blood, I wanted the whores blood, my dad’s blood, grandma, grandma, sisters, anyone I could get my hands on, As long as it was my blood.

I loved everything. I would bite my parents for blood, scratch my arm and not make a sound. Until this one day. January 1, 1970, Worse day ever. Little Emma Elizabeth Charles seen the doctors that Held me first. It wasn’t fair. She didn’t understand me at all. That girl wouldn’t stop crying so of course I got jealous. She was weeks old before her first sight of blood. What a wimp. She wouldn’t stop crying. It’s not fair. I knew someone had to teach her this magnificent attire. It was my coating over my skin, my only outfit, the love of this was not describable.

So there it was skipping my years I had to deal with teaching her that "Ouch" was a way of life that doesn’t exist. There it was, I turned 6 years old. And this little girl at 3 still doesn’t like the look of blood. I was so fed up with her lack of interest. I remember that day like it was 10 minutes ago. We had Grits for breakfast. Oh the best one ever. Mom fixed it up so I could have Red dye in it for the Halloween luck. I was so existed that I just sat there starring at it for hours. Soon that little brat walked up to me and said I was a bad boy. Now I don’t know where she got that at age 3 but I knew it was time for pay back.

All I longed for was the sweet look of dark, rich, fulfilling blood. Right then, it was Emma. Hell at that moment she wasn’t Emma anymore. I was the cat, she was my mouse. I counted down minutes for mom to leave for work. Here I was sitting in the living room. I had no interest in the dyed grits. They could have been nothing more to me. So finally I got my kiss goodbye. Dad jumps in the seat next to me and says its Sunday football game. Surely enough I laughed and walked away. He got his way. I told Emma I promised not to talk about my grits if she came to the play room with me.

Surely enough the little girl it was agreed to some fun. Ok so I was a big boy, yeah I get it. Too old for dolls, but this was my only way. We played with the Barbie doll and I ripped its shirt off. Little Emma cried so I told her to fix it and I’d get her a cookie.

Oh don’t you think you know what’s about to happen, but you don’t. Dad has his shaving tools in the lower cabinet in our bathroom. As I scurried into the bathroom rummaging for the sharpest one my finger got a slight cut from the one in the far left. As you would expect I dozed off for a minute to stare at the blood.

All of a fast sudden I hear screaming for a cookie. Boy did I want revenge now. Here was the moment; I shoved that thing in the middle without a mark to notice. This wasn’t enough once I heard her crying again. I had to run back in the kitchen to get my own cookie too you know. But wait, when I got in the kitchen the one thing I looked at was a shine. This shine I haven’t seen before. But dad says he has a lot of shines. This shine was known as a belt.

I snatched the belt with me and ran to the room with 2 cookies. I had to remember whose was whose. I walked in there and she made me give her both cookies for the wait. I gave her the good one first, than she begged to play dolls again. Here it was, my time to shine… in her opinion. I made up my own game for the first time.

The game went like this. I tied her up with the belt, ran into the kitchen and if she kept her eyes closed for a long time she would get the cookie. Of course she wanted to play. So I strapped her up to the Doll house and told her to close her eyes. When I got to the kitchen for my knife, I noticed dad was asleep. Thank goodness he sleeps with no emotions.

Letting the games began I was there, One cookie, one blade, one girl, and one knife. Oh I sat there with the happiest feelings getting to know this color soon would show again. I walked up to her and said to keep her eyes shut while eating the cookies. So when she pinky promised I gave her the cookie, blade forward of course.

There it was the blood I longed, the scream I feared, and the tears I desired. I promised her life wouldn’t end and she still cried. Looking down I noticed the knife. Here it was my real time to shine. I treated Emma as if it wasn’t anything but a candy machine. I slit her slowly and cautiously. The more she hollered the more sensation there was. As you should expect I continued until she was knocked out. I couldn’t help but stare at such a bloody wreck.

Almost an hour pasted and I was still there. Emma tied to the doll house. Blood plotted perfectly around her and I, sleeping and wishing this was still happening. Dad just had to wake me up though. So he says the football game ended and he noticed it was too quiet. It wasn’t too quiet though, I don’t understand. I made a solution to the problem and it was almost nothing to him. Why oh why did he call my mom? Oh yes, it’s his only way to make it all better. Yes I know he was in for it. So, if he didn’t know is that a bad thing?

Mom made it home with dad holding me in an animal pin saying I was a devil. Why I was born November first if he didn’t remember. She snatched me with more love than I have ever seen and told dad to never touch her or me again. When mom called the cops I stared at Emma with a light smile. Dad was yelling at mom so nobody noticed. All I heard was mom saying he’s a liar and I’m just a baby. Am I Mommies little boy?

Cops arrived sooner than I thought. Or did it just feel like that for my moment starring at Emma. Well, at least I got what I wanted. Dad was pulled by the cops as he cried I was there, with mom saying "when will Emma wake up? I want to play dolls again" Little did my mom know what dolls I like to play.

Months past and we weren’t a loud in the home. I turned 7 and she didn’t even notice. We didn’t celebrate Emma’s birthday either. I felt so special being the only one again. No distractions, Just Mom and serious. So here we were sitting in our Holiday Inn Hotel room. 6th floor, I could see so much from here. When the cops called I was surprised to hear what mom said.

She picked up the phone with a slight hello. Soon I heard "WHAT?!" and "WHEN?" that was just what I thought, two words no description. Waiting for a reasonable sentence for her to say I heard the phone hang up. She picked up the phone again. I didn’t understand at the time you can also call people. So when I heard a new hello and more smiles I figured that sport god was coming back. Wait! There it was one word I was waiting and waiting for "killed". Who was she talking about? I knew that word but I didn’t know who. Once again I heard something on the other side, sounded happy but I didn’t understand. "YES! He’s dead. They killed him Friday and wanted me to know my child was safe! Let’s throw a party"

The rest of my day was filled with disappointment. He wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be. I wanted to have his blood. Why did the cops get to see the blood and not me? I’m his child it should be my privilege. I sobbed and sobbed. Mom said I should be happy that a murderer isn’t in her family anymore. I nodded and waited for her to leave the room. As soon as she left I found a safety pen. I did notice my scar was looking a bit closed.

When I got the chance to grab the shining object I opened my index and middle finger. I cut right were my scar was and seemed a little worried that I wasn’t going to have that feeling again. I than noticed I have so many other fingers I can work on. One by one my fingers were sliced open by the safety pen I longed for.

I guess blood is my way to sleep. I never felt so relaxed. So yes, I did as you should think; I curled up and fell asleep to the image of my blood. My hands throbbed in a way I can’t explain. Almost as if I could feel what Emma felt the night we played dolls. I was Jealous again, but why, I can do this to anyone whenever.

Oh great, woken up again by my family. Was this fair or not? I woke up to mom crying mumbling words I didn’t know. I smiled than went back to bed because I thought she was happy. Stupid, stupid, stupid, who goes to sleep in the middle of a bloody romance? I’m not the wimp to do that. No, not any more. When she woke me back up I found my cuts closed. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t.

She told me I was going to a person. I don’t know who she was, but man did she look pretty. When I got in her office I noticed myself craving her blood. I knew I couldn’t though. It wasn’t fair for her to get that feeling just because she’s pretty. I looked up to her as she asked me questions. The questions made me laugh. She asked why I slept when Emma died, who asks that? Of course I’m going to sleep to blood… IT’S BLOOD!

I guess she was also like Emma. Maybe all girls are like this, not liking blood. I don’t understand. So this lady tells me her name is Lilly. What a nice name for such a lady. Poor girl doesn’t know the feelings of blood; I really would like to show her. I will describe to you all that I remember. She had brown hair that was always behind her head, not like moms. Mom’s hair is always to her ears. Lilly had pretty blue eyes that shined like the belt. Oh did Lilly remind me of when I played dolls.

Lilly was tall, big pillows on her chest. I want pillows on my chest! She wasn’t my color, much darker. Not as dark as dad (although mom called him black, I swear he was brown). Lilly had an orange tone not brown. But she was fluffy all around. I have never seen anyone that fluffy. I was in love with Lilly so fast.

So when Lilly and I spoke she said she wanted to talk to me again. I remember her saying that. I shook my head and counted down, every 3 days its Lilly day, every 2 days its bloody days, and if I’m lucky I see a new guy at our house every night with mom. Boy do they talk a lot.

Okay, so now that you know my life pattern this goes on until I’m 11. It was a dark day, all day I seen it like a dream. I liked this dream more than any other, maybe because it was real. Lilly let me go to her house for tea since I have been so good lately. I was so excited. When mom dropped me off I noticed her house was an amazing shade of red. There I was sitting at the steps of her door starring at the red, falling into a daze I started to miss this red.

Lilly opened the door almost surprised to see me here. She dragged me inside to meet her fiancé. Of course, who was I to know what that meant? I thought it was a word for friends or something. So I go to sit next to Lilly and this guy thinks just because he’s her fiancé he can sit next to her. No, she’s mine. Four years together she could never let such a man sit next to her. So when Lilly told me to move I was sure to be pissed. I let him have his way and I marched off into my own seat.

From there I guess the day was normal, I was starring at her red walls and he talked a lot. Gosh what a show off. I don’t want to know how his day is. Why can’t Lilly talk to me about her day? It’s never about Lilly. From here I was done. He doesn’t care about her. Only I do! When mom knocked on the door I was so relieved. I ran into the car and sat in there listening to the Beatles while mom spoke to Lilly.

When mom finally got in the car I swear I heard "hey Jude" play at least four times. Mom shut off the music and said she has a surprise for me. This better be something good, I’m tired of this. So we got into a weird street I never seen before. Maybe she found a fiancé to hang out with instead of me. Well, I was happy to see, it was a giant pond. A little house sat in the back of it and in the front was a big one. Mom said I can keep the little house for myself and my big boy toys if I promised to say as good as I am. So why wouldn’t I agree.

My two friends, Mom and Lilly living so close to each other now I can walk to each other very fast. Almost everything I could ever want. Now all I had to do was watch out for her fiancé and if he comes back I can take him back to my house.

Now I remember well, mom saying I had to go to a public school from now on since I have been acting better. What’s so great about public schools? They have kids who don’t care about blood, they don’t understand why red is so great. They just won’t ever understand. She says that on Wednesday I get to be in the school. I have to talk to the councilor now in staid of Lilly. Lilly is still my girl no matter what mom says.

Mom has really been getting on my nerves in this age. I didn’t really want to tell her but I had points on my wall once the points got to 100, mom would be the next to see this hell. So, when I went to school on that fine Wednesday and I seen a girl there. She had the same name as Lilly, but said my name was funny. I remember what she said by heart "sac, who actually has a nickname like sac? Serious isn’t much of a name either" How could a girl with the name of Lilly’s be so mean.