My My Little Prince

by Rod Lacy Rod Lacy

  As Pierre started to pull away, Sherine bolted upright. She swung her arms and screamed, “you left us, go away! You left me. I hate you! You are the devil.” Her body contorted and convulsed. She spasmed, then shuddered a gasp of hot breath and collapsed back on the bed.

  Pierre jumped back, startled, totally taken by surprise and said to himself, “wow, that was not what I expected. I better let her relax and pass out and then see what happens.” After a few minutes, he approached her again. He slid his hand again gently around her neck as if he was practicing how he would take care of this loose end. He slowly ran his hand up her thigh and stopped.

  Her body arched as he rubbed his finger across her thighs. She moaned and arched her body again and he said, “Oh, you like that my little princess?”

  Her body stiffened. She did not move. He stood there a second of two just looking. Then he whispered “I will be back, my, my little princess.” Abruptly, as if he had pushed a button of destruction she sat up. She torqued and swung her arm out, pivoting from all the way across her body. Her forearm caught Pierre across the bridge of his nose. He fell back against the side table knocking a small lamp, a box of tissues and the water pitcher onto the floor. He managed to keep his footing, but blood gushed from the gash on the split bridge of his nose. His eyes watered and the pain felt like a lightning bolt had hit him.

  He stooped and picked up the box of Kleenex that had fallen to the floor, pulling a few out while attempting to wipe off the blood on his face he realized he had to stop and think before doing anything else. This was very different for Dr. Pierre. After a couple minutes he had the bleeding under control, but the cut would certainly be noticeable if one would really look. He grabbed Sherine by the throat and forced her back on the bed. “I will be back, my little princess … don’t you worry about that; but you obviously need more medication next time! This loose end is about to be corrected. I'm thinking a small needle through your sinus, just enough to flood you lovely brain with blood. You know, like Maria. I enjoyed that style a lot.”

  A few days later, Pierre was walking down the hallway when Dr. Garcia came by. “Pierre, Sherine is making progress, isn’t she?”

  “Yes, of course. If you are careful to choose your words it is possible to control her. She seems to have words that trigger her neurosis. So if I choose my words carefully, she is calm.” He thought to himself, “and I can do whatever I want to with her. I look forward to the day when I really have my kind of fun with her. Ah, if life was always this good!”

  “Oh great, that’s so nice to hear!” He leaned in and reached for Pierre’s arm, holding it intimately. “When do you think you will you be home? It is getting late.” Pierre pulled his arm away and ignored Garcia’s question. He walked away thinking, “That fat pig needs to get my papers correct or I will have to eliminate him and go back to the Dominican Republic. But then again, I do like the selection of bodies here, especially my Sherine. It is amazing the number of patients that die here; simply amazing, especially from non-reported trauma. He gave a little snigger and thought, “My little princess is right. A little more time here won’t kill me. And besides Garcia seems to be some reviewing more of the death certificates a little more carefully..

  Just as Pierre closed Sherine's door the West Wing orderly walked by. He glanced surreptitiously at his superior as he passed and wondered” What the hell is that asshole doing working so late?”

  Pierre motioned him over. The orderly gave a little kow-tow bob of his head and stepped forward. Pierre let him stand there a minute, knowing he was making him uncomfortable and liking it. Finally he said, “For Sherine; you know Sherine in W18, right here?” He nodded his head compliantly. “I want you to increase her meds, all of them by twenty percent.”

  “Yes sir,” the orderly responded rapidly and loudly; happy that he was not getting a lecture from Pierre. Before he could ask Pierre when he would get the signed orders, Pierre said, “I will change the orders in the morning.”

  “No problem, have a good night Dr. Pierre.” He looked at the floor as he walked quickly away. “God that guy gives me the creeps!” He shivered again.

  Later that evening the orderly was completing his rounds and came to room W18. He looked down at the remaining row of tiny paper cups and picked up one that was nearly brimming with many colored pills. He sighed and swung open the door and walked up to Sherine’s bed. “Sherine, Sherine, wake up beautiful, you have to take your medications now.” He gently shook her shoulder.

  Sherine sat up and automatically held her hand out mumbling feverishly, “he is not my father, he left me!” She trembled and the orderly patted her shoulder trying to calm her. “He is the devil,” she continued. He is the devil and now he is back. I know it. Why is he here? He will kill me and then I can be with the angels.” She practically wailed. Her body was shaking violently now. “I thought I was safe here. Don’t let him …” The trembles stopped. She leaned over with her head between her legs and mumbled, “I am so tired, I have to sleep, where are my pills, I want my pills. Just let him kill me.”

  “Here they are Sherine … they’re in your hand honey. Be careful now, don’t fall off the bed.” She pulled herself together and sat back up staring in awe at the pills in her hand.

  The orderly handed her the little cup of water and she eagerly swallowed pills. “There you go Sherine, good job … come on now, one more Sherine. Okay, lie down now. It is late.” She lay back down and he tucked the covers up under her chin. She had a tear in her eye and it rolled down to her ear.

  “There there now sweetie; relax now. Dr. Pierre wants to see you tonight before he leaves. Can you hear me? Sherine, can you hear me?”

  He got no response, just a blank stare. The orderly looked at her and said to himself, “God, she is so beautiful, and so messed up. I wonder what is going on in her mind. That is the most I have ever heard her speak.” He shook his head and clucked his tongue. “Maybe Dr. Pierre is making some progress with her after all.”

  A few minutes later he left; gently closing the door. About half way down the hallway, he spotted Dr. Pierre. Pierre waved to catch his attention. With his attention, Pierre motioned the orderly to come over. He asked, “and Sherine, how is she doing? Did you increase her meds?”

  He looked back over his shoulder at the door to Sherine’s room and said, “Yes I did. I just now gave them to her and she is sleeping; passed out. But she did speak and for the first time and I could understand some of what she said.” He had a puzzled look on his face and he added, “Well, ‘understand’ would be a stretch, but I could make out the words.”

  “Really? What did she say?”

  “Well, I‘m not really sure, but it was something about her father and a devil … whatever that means!”

  Pierre looked back at her door as well and nervously replied, “well, with that increase in her meds she might say a lot of things that make no sense; but at least she is talking some.”

  The orderly scrunched his face and thought, “That’s weird, I just gave her the increased dosage,” but he held that one back. “She really has some deep problems Dr. Pierre. I hope you can help her.”

  Pierre looked questionably at the orderly. He smiled and said, “actually, she is better than she was when she arrived. I am quite pleased with her progress. She is better. I can see that.”

  Pierre told the orderly that he was doing a good job with her too and reassured him that she will get better. “I have worked with many patients like her in the past. After they learn that they are safe and allow time to takes its course they come around.”

  “OK, Dr. Pierre, if you need anything let me know. I will go home soon. All the patients are sleeping; so remember to lock your office door before you leave.”

  “Ok, go home now, I will.”

  A few minutes later, Pierre opened Sherine’s door slowly. He stuck his head in and looked in to see Sherine sleeping. He tiptoed over to her. With a quick backward glance at the door, he reached and grabbed he
r neck putting a light but firm grip on her throat. His heart was racing as he stared down at her beauty thinking and smiling to himself that he would have the most fun ever when the time was right; maybe something special... Yes, a small pin through the nose into the brain. A slow entertaining death. It had been a while since he had a young beautiful girl to tear apart. Especially one that he had anticipated for years, even fantasized about. The excitement was building; it excited him so that he had an erection.

  He leaned over and rasped in her ear, “my, my little princess.”

  She exploded! He felt her entire body stiffen up and then go into almost an epileptic fit, with her entire body shaking and jerking fiercely. Pierre immediately backed up, almost tripping over the small stool next to the bed. He thought to himself, “wow, she is really having some emotions. What would a real doctor do?”

  She calmed down after a minute and Pierre convinced himself that it was the medications she was taking. He approached her once more and slowly slid his hands down her legs again. He was still aroused and couldn’t help himself.

  “Ah, calm and ready; that is what I like,” he said in soothing voice. “See there now honey? This is not so bad.” He leaned over and gave a gentle peck on the cheek whispering in her ear, “see sweetie, this is good.” He started stroking her again. “That’s right, nice and gentle for now … that is MY LITTLE PRINCESS.”

  The devil came out in her she reared up and slammed Pierre in the face with the back of her head. He flew back, tripping over the stool causing the metal bed tray to go flying, making a horrendous clatter. He fell and slammed his head on the corner of a heavy wooden linen cabinet and slumped to the floor. Blood puddled over the floor near him and he lay there, startled, dazed, and totally confused.

  Sherine sat with her legs tucked under her. She cradled her head on her forearms and wept and her chest heaved with her sobs. Pierre roused himself and when he was finally able to stand he was dizzy. He saw her sobbing all tangled in the sheets with her pillow on the floor and the metal bed tray almost across the room.

  He looked at the floor again where he had fallen. It was covered with blood. Then he looked at his forehead in the mirror and at his clothes, all covered in blood. “Shit,” he thought, panic rising in his throat. “I have no idea what to do now, how can I clean this up and look calm? She almost killed me. That bitch will have to pay for this ... And I mean big time once I get this mess taken care of.”

  At that moment Pierre heard a gentle knock on the door. He about jumped out of his skin as he heard the levered knob catch in its lock. The orderly shouted through the door and Pierre saw his round face in the observation window. “Dr. Pierre, are you OK? I thought I heard a loud crash”.

  “Yes, yes,” he answered. “But it’s a good thing you’re here! She tried to kill me!” He limped over to the door and pulled it open. “Come in now, hurry before she tries again.”

  The orderly pushed through the door and flipped on the light switch, illuminating the shocking mess within. He stopped and quickly scanned the whole room, surprised at the blood, the huge laceration on Pierre’s forehead and the way Sherine was laying, on her knees holding her head in her hands.

  He quickly ran up to Sherine and bent to take her in his arms to lift her back into bed correctly. He noticed the bed tray that had been flung across the room. Although he was helping her Sherine had collapsed on her side, still tangled in the sheets. She said nothing. She lay there whimpering. He stood there is awe, and turned back to stare at Pierre. His accusing eyes said everything.

  The orderly told Pierre that he would get the mop and bucket and clean up the mess. Pierre interrupted and said, “Please keep between us. I am so glad you came in. It is important for you to see how dangerous she is and why I need to give her more meds than normal. I do not want anyone else to know about this because they might want her to be restrained.” He couldn’t help the pleading tone as he continued, “That would be so sad since she is so sick and she has enough problems. She does not need more.” Pierre’s mind galloped. “If she is restrained then she will go to another ward and I will lose her as a patient. I cannot have that.” Pierre looked at the orderly and told him, “I feel so sorry for her and I only want to see her get better, so please keep this between us, ok?”

  The orderly stood silent for a second. He looked back and forth from Sherine to Pierre, confusion in his gaze. He tucked her in and retrieved her pillows making sure all was in place before he turned back to Pierre.“Yes, of course Dr. Pierre, of course. She really needs your care, now more than ever. I can really see that now. I had no idea that she could be this violent. I will do whatever you want.”

  “Good, let’s clean up this mess and let her sleep. She will not remember this anyway, so no harm done as far as she is concerned.”

  “I will clean it up for you Doctor.”

  “Thank you son, thank you very much.”

  Pierre left the room and left the orderly there to clean up the mess. The orderly looked at her and thought, “I wish I really knew what happened. Why Dr. Pierre and why only him?” He asked Sherine, as if she would respond, “what happened, why would you attack the good doctor?”

  He looked down at her sleeping peacefully now. Stroking her hair lightly he said, “I wish I knew. Maybe someday.” He looked at her and thought, “she was trying to tell me what happened. Why me? I could see it in her eyes. It was there.” He smiled at her and told her, “come on Sherine, tell me, what is going on in that pretty head of yours?” As usual she did not respond.

  Sherine knew the devil had finally arrived. After years of waiting he had returned. Sherine’s mind saw her life all over again, all the false love, the tricks, the sharing, her mother, Michelle, the money, even telling him to be careful … every comment, everything that she had been a victim of. Like an explosion; all the years of emotion she had tried to hold back surfaced.

  It was totally overwhelming; love, hate, destruction and creation all jumbled up in one package. She was trapped in her drugged body, wanting to talk but unable to with her befuddled mind and her fairy-tail life.

  She felt her soul leave her body and float over herself. She was looking down onto herself helplessly.

  She screamed and there was no sound. She fought back with no control. All she could do was hover over herself and watch while her past flashed by, each vision a painful stab in her heart. Her body did whatever it wanted. She had no control. Her mind was about to explode and then she felt herself go over her own limit and instantly she was dancing with the angels again. It was like she had slipped over a waterfall and was just being carried away.

  She had left her body and found peace. She was with the angels she had danced with so many times before when she was young. She knew they were the same angels that had brought her peace years ago. They were the same angels that had guided her hands when she made her sand castles. She knew their names and they knew hers. Smiling, and dancing, she floated above it all. It was all good now. She met the devil again and she knew she was about to finally reach heaven and in heaven there are no devils; no one to leave her or to hurt her. She did not have to share anything with anyone. She would finally be free. She would be in heaven.

  Sherine woke the next morning with little or no memory of the horror that had happened to her the night before … bits and pieces of memories of angels, and sand castles, and of floating above the earth. She did see the bruises and bit marks on herself though. She became bitter and felt her normal familiar rage return. She wanted to kill anything that moved.

  A couple days later, Sherine was asleep. She was dreaming deeply about her childhood and the love she once had and still has hidden deeply within her. She was happy dreaming. In her dreams, all of her love will again come out and she will finally be happy and relaxed and not want to kill every man she sees.

  She dreamt that she could finally have peace and happiness. She met the devil again and he would show her how to go to heaven to be with angels. The angels knew th
e devil was here, they told her so and that she could have the devil if she wants. She could kill the devil now and set herself free or she could love the devil and let him deliver her to the angels. She could do what ever she wanted. It was her choice. She had control now. “The devil is here and I can trap the devil and do with whatever I want with him.” She repeated the same thoughts over and over in her dreams.

  She stopped taking her meds.

  A couple day later Pierre entered the room cautiously and walked over to her bed. He leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Sherine I missed you my little princess” as he softly wrapped his hands around her neck, slowly tightening his grip. Sherine felt his grip and was waiting to see the angles again. She felt the grip and remembered making castles on the beach. A life-time of experiences flashed before her. As she lost her breath she felt herself drift into the world of the angels. “Welcome Sherine” she could hear, “Welcome.”

  At that moment, the door flew opened and Garcia screamed, “what are you doing? Sherine gagged as Pierre let go. Pierre turned as Sherine tried to grab his hand to tell him it was OK. “I want to be with the angels, please kill me now. I am ready. I am tired”