Maggie, Part 2Aug 30, 2005 (Updated Apr 6, 2006) Write an essay on this topic.
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Before I knowd it was comin, Nelda Fay started hittin me in the face with her fists an kickin me with her feet. I jes tried to hold her tighter to quieten her down some. Her screams were hurtin my ears.
Stop it! Stop it! Get off me. Ma! Pa! Somebody help me. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.
Ma hollers at me, Yalright Maggie?
Im fine Ma, but somethins dreadful wrong with Nelda Fay. I think she be needin you Ma.
In a hoarse voice, Ma says, Do yer best Maggie. Ill be there soons as I can.
I dont like doin it, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, so I takes my right hand an smack Nelda Fay hard as I could acrost her face. I aint never slapped enybody afore an felt right sorry to be slappin my bestest friend but it was all I could think to do.
Nelda Fays eyes locked with mine an fer what seemed like an eternity our souls merge. I wrapped my arms around her and if I live to be a hunnert, Ill never ferget what I seed in her eyes, but it was her words that rocked my world an sent me slidin into a place I aint never been afore an dont want to go agin.
He werent no one Id ever seed afore an he comes wadin in the water, grabbin me by my head an arm, jes draggin me out like I was no more than a speck of dust blowin in the wind. I started screamin real loud but he jes yanked my hair so hard I thought he was gonna pull it out. Then he hits me up the side of my head with a powerful blow pushin my mind into a dark hole.
I wisht I coulda stayed in that black space cause when my eyes opened I was lookin at the devil hisself. His face was nex to mine an he was doin a lot of gruntin. The spit from his fat ole lips was drippin on my face makin me want to puke my guts up.
I couldnt seem to remember why the devil wanted me. My Ma an Pa says Im a good girl an they be right lucky to have me. I try to be good so why was the devil slobberin on me?
Somethin heavy was on my body. I couldnt get nary a breath to scream agin an I was hurtin in my belly. I was also hurtin in my special place an felt as if I was bein ripped apart. I tried to scream agin but there was no air in me. I jes knowd I was gonna die an never see my Ma an Pa agin.
I cant breathe Maggie. I cant breath.
I think I went back in that black place agin. When I opened my eyes his nose was right on mine. I was chokin tryin to get air in my lungs. He was laughin. He said today was his lucky day. He said hed already had some fun usin his knife on an old lady who thought she was strongern him, but he showd her she wasnt. He said she was his meal an and I was his sweet.
The devil grabs my face in his hand an pinches my jaw real hard. He tells me if I open my mouth hell shoot me atween the eyes like killin a hog. Then hell cut my throat an hang me up from a tree to let my blood run like the crick runs where he found me. The devil tells me hell take his knive an shave my skin after hes dipped me in a barrel of boilin' water, my eyes would be cut out an thrown to the dogs to eat.
He means it cause I see it in his eyes.
Hes starin at me real hard and nods his head with a funny grin on his fat ole lips. He says he wants more sweets as he loves sweets best of all.
I can feel Nelda Fays heart pounding in her chest as I held her. Shes gaspin as if she cant get enough air and her body hiccups with twitches. I gots the devil in me now Maggie cause I swallered him.
Afore I can ask her what shes a meanin, Nelda Fay jerks away from me and locks her arms around her knees. She starts to rockin herself gently; little rocks, jerky rocks, helpless rocks.
Big fat drops of water are streamin down my face and I want my Ma.
In a dead voice Nelda Fay says the devil held both sides of her head and forced her to swaller him until he spit in her mouth. Shes got the devil in her and aint no one ever gonna love her agin.
He said a lot of bad words Maggie, the devil is wicked. I cant stop it. I helped Ma an Pa skin hogs after puttin em in hot water. I can smell the blood an afore I can do anything, Im throwin up all over the devil. He jumps up so fast the rest of my vomit runs down my face and neck. Hes cussin agin Maggie. He says hes gonna throw me back in the crick an leave me there to drown.
I cant move. I jes wanted to die. I feel the devils hand grab my hair an he drags me back to the crick an throws me in the water like I was nothin but a stick. Im sailin through the air, landin in the water with a horrible splash. I try to scream but my mouth fills with water instead. The water is chokin me but I cough it up.
I didnt care if I lived or died. I didnt care about anything. I jes floats on down the crick staring at the world above me. I wonder if God can see me?
I feel myself against bank of the crick. The bullfrogs and birds are so loud. Crickets are chripin, and the noise hurts my head. My Ma is callin me, shes callin me in my head and needs me.
Im coming Ma!
Nelda Fay is lyin still and Im scaret to touch her.
I starts to drag myself home Maggie cause I cant walk. I can feel the sting of rocks and dirt on my body as I crawl along the ground towards my Ma. My head hurts and the dark place comes and gets me. I like the dark place Maggie and I wants to stay there but Mas voice is awful loud and wakes me up.
Mas screaming at me. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry. Something pushes my body up from the ground and my feet are takin' me home as if on wings.
Im home. Im home. Im coming Ma.
Ma, where are you? Ma? Ma? Why you holdin Ma and cryin Pa?
Pa looks at me like he dont know me. I look down at my body and I dont know me. Then I look at Ma. Ma aint got her dress on. Where did all that blood come from? How did that knife get in Mas belly? I try to scream only I cant. Ma needs me but the dark place takes instead.
Pa is holdin me when I leave the dark place. He softly whispers he needs to get help for me and Ma, and for me to be brave, hell be back soon.
Where is Pa?
Where was Nelda Fays Daddy man? Where had he gone? Id forgotten all about him as I sat listenin' to Nelda Fay. That must be him on the porch makin all that racket. Men! Ma said they couldnt be quiet ifn their life depended on it.
Both Nelda Fay and I jumped when the door was flung open, but instead of seein Mr. Bascomb, we saw a giant stranger.
Nelda Fay started screamin', Its the devil. Its the devil, devil, devil, devil.
Well, well, well, said the devil. More sweets for me tonight.
Read parts 1 & 3 here:
Maggie: Part 1
Maggie: Part 3
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