Submerged, I panic, thrash, grasp at nothing.Myriad fleeting shapes surround me, just out of reach.
I would scream, if I could. I would curse, though I know the consequence.
Something grasps my arm, pulls me up.
Sweet rush of air. I fill my lungs. Then empty them with a cry:
"Help me! She's drowning me!"
No one responds. Except her.
"Oh Stewie, stop being so dramatic. I'm just teaching you to swim."
1 comment:
LoL Stewie, the evil genius baby. But let's think about this for a moment. Seriously. Although it is a satire, it zeroes in on how psychopaths are made: they don't bond emotinoally with their parents at a very young age.
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