Chapter 58: Cognitive

"I just remembered something."

Besujia was by herself, well not completely. She had strung Torielle up on crucifix, just like she did Shikki. Torielle huffed, coming out a state of unconsciousness. "What---What did you do?"

"I don't know." she rubbed the sides of the eight feet cross. "Growden taught me." she flexed her muscles which were absent. "What is wrong with you!"

"Nothing. Everybody thinks I'm so fucking crazy," she swished her head. "I know what I'm doing."

"Get me out this thing!" Torielle struggled. "Keep the fuck still!" she ordered. "I have to take an eye from you."

"Why?"

"Because I can't see." Besujia fluttered her eyes. "Do you like aspirins?"

"No..."

"Have you been to CVS?"

She probably had once or twice with Davea. "No."

"I like going to CVS. I was the mascot there." She was? "I made CVS look good." Besujia narrowed her eyes. She jabbed a finger at Torielle. "They will regret it." she spoke slowly.

"CVS is a drug store. So drugstores have drugs, right." Torielle nodded but she couldn't see it. "Right!"

"Yes..."

"Alright then. CVS put me on drugs. That's what Growden even said. So we tried to file a lawsuit." she couldn't even her. Her voice was small, it sounded like pop rocks. "I should have gotten money." she leaned on one foot. "I had ulcers, cancer, I was anorexic, I had dementia, schizophrenia, I was epileptic, I was paralyzed in my left leg, I had a stroke, a heart attack; I was going blind, alopecia, OI--"

"What is OI?

Besujia slumped over. "You don't know what OI is?"

"No..."

"I don't have bones." she stated matter of factly. "Duh."

"I even had STDs, I had Influenza, malaria and aint even been to Africa."

Damn, Torielle said internally. "I have Hepatitis, brucellosis, I had a fever nine time, and caught the chicken poxes eleven."

Damn, said Torielle in her head. "Do you think I got social security?"

"Why are you whispering?"

She been aquined with her face. "I had sarcoidosis and leiomyosarcoma."

"What?" A swift slap stung her cheek. "I was dying on the streets. I was homeless, confused, and then some smart ass little girl comes and tries to out do me. I had to go to trial." she crossed her arms. "Who gives a fuck. That's what Growden says." she stuck out her neck. "I'm a good person." she gestured towards herself. "I could be rich. The whole government would have been down. That's Unwin said. Growler."

"I have no idea what you talking about!"

"I'm talking about child support! I'm talking about Social Security! I'm talking about insurance! Benefits! Money, cash, bills, bread, coin, silver, gold--ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!" Besujia gripped the child's hair and swung her head in every direction. Torielle thought her neck would break. Besujia pulled her hair, and balled up her hand and brought down on her face. It felt dull, she didn't have much strength. "You stupid little girl!"

Besujia spitted on her and smacked both sides of her face. "You don't understand. That's what's wrong with kids now, don't know nothin! Nothin at all!" she got in Torielle's face again. "It's yo fault."

"Who are you!"

"Shut up!" Besujia hollered. She stomped around in a circle. "Don't talk when I'm talking! You shut the fuck up and listen!" She striked Torielle. "SHUT UP!"

She wasn't even doing anything. Her eyes stung. "I gave up my whole life to take care of you! You don't respect shit! I'm not finna put up with this shit no more Shiloh!"

Her name was Torielle.

"I swear to fucking God you bring another nigga in my house again. I'll kill the both of y'all, I don't give a shit! You don't even give a shit about me. You and yo fucking stupid ass mama. I gotta break my motherfuckin back for you worthless ass, ungrateful niggas."

What was happening? She couldn't speak. Torielle sniffed, she gasped.

"Do you understand me?" Besujia marched to her. "Don't do that shit no more." she threaten.

What did she do?

"You got that fucking baby upstairs. Having sex in my house, you don't even know how to wipe yo fucking ass good enough. Did yo baby daddy smell yo nasty ass yet? Huh?"

She... remembered something nasty. She stopped crying. What did happen that day?

"Fucking stupid ass bitch." a lit cigarette came from nowhere. "You wanted to be a hairdresser. What happen to that? How the baby finna survive?"

"I don't know--"

"See! I'm not finna fucking do it. Yo ass finna find somewhere to stay. You living under me--And oh, here comes the same ol', it's yo grand baby." her movements were erratic. "So!"

"Imma kill myself..." she had a clue of what she saying and a spark jolt through her. She started turning pink in the eyes.

'Imma kill myself'

'I don't care...'

'Then let me go... NOW!'

'You should have never came to my door.'

"Do it," she struck out her chest. "See if I fucking care!"

"Ok."

"Kill yo self, if I kill myself. Ain't nobody finna cry over me, and that means, ain't nobody finna cry about yo ugly fucking ass. You piece of shit. Let boys put they damn dicks in yo mouth. You a slut. Just like yo mama, just like me, at least that's what you call me. You ain't never finna be shit. Can't get a job, can't raise a child, can't read, can't cook nor muthafuckin drive. You lazy, you nasty, you sorry as hell. You probably do need to die! Gon' do it, see if I give a fuck. Because I don't!!"

A chair was summoned by the blood. It was cushioned as Besujia sat with her legs crossed. She took a drag from her cigarette and kissed it to Torielle. "Shit, I'm a bad bitch." she rolled her eyes. "Not you."