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Breastless creatures
By Jie Xu
Breastless creatures don’t mind walking late at night. They know there is little flesh to be had.
She was breast-full of naivety and mistakes. Awkward limbed and leaky eyed, she was still getting used to the idea of being born. Her dad always called her a trouble-maker; he and his poisonous tongue. Her first real mistake was meeting Daniel. He was eighteen then and she, an honest fourteen. Daniel was a mystery that embodied all her curiosity with the opposite sex. He was older, definitely older, and very knowing. They met on the net, and he would call her late at night, yeah definitely late, because it was past ten. It was a silly school-girl crush, filled with giggling and stomach-churning excitement – until the day she met him. Then, it all became a spiral of mistakes.
Four years can be damaging, utterly damaging, because Daniel inflicted much harm. He made her do things she didn’t really want to do. Daniel only had one thing on his mind, ‘Blow’ he said.
Saying 'No' was always a problem for her. Her dad used to always say ‘know your problem - you really have to know it back to front’. Then you look into its eyes and you watch it die. But those four years erased that from her mind. She had looked into Daniel’s eyes, they were small and ugly and he never died.
So, in and out, in and out he weaved a perfectly inescapable net around her. He was manipulative, definitely manipulative, because he always got what he wanted, ‘Suck’ he said. So she sought boys her age to grow back the chunks Daniel had taken away. They worshiped her like how you would your favourite collectable. She was very knowing, a woman to them. Daniel never left her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape the four years he had over her.
Daniel had only one thing on his mind, Sex. His problem was he couldn’t escape his own desires. He was sick like the sick that torments a drinker after a pub crawl. She was too young, definitely too young, because she had barely any hair. He smelt a revolting stench after every ‘Okay’ she said, it was always the same chlorine-rotten smell of his guilt. Daniel kept her to himself. She was his dirty secret and he needed it. She haunted his dreams, not because of what she does, but because of what he has done to her – a slow and ugly destruction of her breastful naivety. Daniel was stupid, definitely stupid because he had woven himself into that perfectly inescapable net with her. They were both trapped. Like God’s joke; two moths cocooned together, both struggling to break free. How did she become his mistake? It must be her lack of four years.
She lost it to him. De-Virgin Suicides must be common. She made it a big mistake because it was something she really didn’t want to do but did anyway because it was going to be her last mistake. He liked it, definitely liked it, because he told her he loved her. She laughed like how a serial killer would have laughed when they were an animal-torturing-child. Then, she left him.
Daniel came back. He was twenty-one and she was a pretty seventeen. He wanted to stay because she was so different now. She was older, definitely older, because she would close her lips firm after, ‘No’ she said. He really wanted to stop, he truly liked her. There was an affinity, definitely an affinity because he still thought about her at night. He was still sick.
They were at a seedy little café on Pitt Street, it was Daniel’s choice. She believed him. He listened so attentively, with his ugly small eyes, ‘Friends’ he said. It all ended when she went to the bathroom out the back. Daniel walked in after her. Daniel pushed her into the cubicle. Daniel made her do things she didn’t want to do, definitely didn’t want to do, because she wouldn’t do it, ‘No’ she had cried. Daniel was forceful, definitely forceful, because he was rough like falling and scraping your knee against cement and feeling the skin tear and rip and bleed,
‘Blow’ he had said.
She is breastless and doesn’t mind the dark. She knows there’s little left to be robbed.