Maddie Ann s Playground

by Mackenzie Drew

  Jennifer’s patience wore thin. She gritted her teeth. But to make her mother happy, she agreed on the pink one, even though she just bought the yellow dress. She’d save that one and wear it for her engagement party. Glancing into the living room at her dad, she hoped he’d call her mom in the other room, but instead, he reclined back in the chair and paid no attention to either of them.

  Jennifer wondered if this day would ever end. Her mother drove her crazy with all the grousing. They couldn’t be in the same room with each other more than five seconds before a huge fight broke out. Just when she thought this visit couldn’t get any worse, her mother threw something else in her face. “I really think you need a haircut, Dear. It’s too long and it looks awfully shabby,” she said lifting the thick heavy hair off Jennifer’s back. “You want to look soft and young, but this makes you look old and dated. Long hair is so 90’s.”

  Heat rose up Jennifer’s chest to bloom on her face. For a minute, she literally felt steam blow out her ears. Like it or not, her mother insisted she dress and act meek like she did as a child. Why couldn’t she open her mouth and tell her to shut the hell up? When she went to say something, the words stuck in the back of her throat. Jennifer bowed her head like a coward and went on with whatever her mother wanted her to do.

  Taking a deep breath, she put a fake smile on her face and nodded. “You’re probably right, but I like my hair just the way it is. Let’s not go there, Mom. We have dinner reservations at La Palma, and I don’t want to be late.”

  “Not until you tell me we’ll go to a salon. We have time this afternoon. You don’t want to graduate looking like a shaggy dog, do you?”

  Jennifer sighed heavily. “Fine. I’ll agree to have my hair done on one condition. I refuse to cut it above my shoulders, so if you can’t live with that, the deal is off.” Jennifer finally stood up to Cindy. It felt so good, too. Now, if she had that kind of gumption all the time, her life wouldn’t seem so bad.

  “Anything you say, dear,” her mom said with an undertone of irritation.

  As they walked into the living room, Steve had the television blaring. A picture on the bookshelf trembled like it’d fall at any given moment. “Where are you two off to?” he asked, craning his neck around.

  “If you’ll turn down the volume, you might be able to hear us,” Jennifer said walking over and scooting the picture frame away from the edge of the shelf. “We’re going to the beauty salon. Would you like to go with us?”

  He shook his head and stared at the screen.

  “All right then, we’ll be back later.”

  ***

  On the walk to the car, Jennifer absorbed her surroundings, realizing this might be one of the last few times she stood in this parking lot. The trees against the intense blue of the sky and huge expanses of velvety green grass—she loved where she chose to attend college. Wisconsin State University had been her home for five years and now in less than a day, she’d go back to Old Creek to resume her life.

  “This is just like old times, you and me again out messing around,” Cindy said, excited.

  Jennifer shook her head. She couldn’t remember a single time they had any fun shopping. They fought too much to enjoy time together.

  “Where is it that you go, dear? There must be hundreds of different places around here.”

  “To be honest, I haven’t been to a salon in years,” she replied, getting into the passenger seat of her parents’ car. “I wanted to keep my length for graduation.”

  Keith loved her hair, which is the main reason she kept it long. Usually she wore it up in a ponytail, but on special occasions, she curled it and let it flow down her back. She felt satisfied and comfortable with her appearance. Never much feeling the need for prissiness, she figured why start now. The only time she worried about her looks, however, was when her mother came to visit.

  Cindy’s idea of a style: bobbed above the shoulders curled under, with wispy bangs, like Buster Brown. She felt young women should look and act innocent. Jennifer understood why her mother felt the way she did. The woman came out of the 60s’. But to pacify her, Jennifer said what she wanted to hear.

  Finding a salon in a strip mall down the road from her apartment, they pulled in the parking lot and sat for a few moments. “Mom, I want to ask you something.”

  Cindy glanced over at Jennifer with a satisfied glow on her face. “Yes…what it is?” she asked.

  “Do you ever…like…think of that night in the cemetery?” Jennifer gazed down at her jeans, drawing circles in the material with her fingernail.

  Cindy gripped the steering column so tightly, Jennifer thought she’d rip it off any second. “I try very hard not to, and neither should you. Why would you ever mention that again?” she snapped. “That time is past, and I don’t want to hear you talk about it again. Save that for your shrink.”

  Jennifer figured she’d say that, but she had to know how she felt. For years, Cindy acted like it never happened and when Jenny finally felt ready to confront it, she twisted things and made it seem like her daughter caused it all, even though Claire carried just as much guilt. “Why are you so bitter about this after all these years? Damn it, mother, it helps to talk about it every now and then. Otherwise, I’ll go stark raving mad! Accept the fact it happened and help me heal my wounds.”

  Cindy ignored her as usual. “Leave the subject alone. I don’t want to hear about this again. If you’d like to talk about something pleasant, fine. But if you want to continue this ridiculous talk and dwell in the past, do it with someone else.” She grabbed her purse, storming out of the car.

  Trailing behind her, Jennifer refused to let this slide. “Wait just a minute, Mother. I need your support and I’m begging you to give it to me. Understand? Please?”

  Cindy whirled around, scowling. “Enough, Jennifer. When I’m ready to discuss Claire and the other girls, I will let you know. But for now, you are getting your hair cut and graduating. Nothing should ruin this moment for you.”

  ***

  After the stylist finished cutting Jennifer’s hair, she sat looking in the mirror at her new hairdo. Her bangs looked uneven and choppy, while the rest of her hair curled under below her earlobes. She looked like she had on a weird round, hair-shaped hat. What the hell had she done? She knew she shouldn’t have listened to her controlling mother!

  Jennifer almost cried the longer she gazed at the mess on her head and the shocking amount of dark hair on the floor surrounding the chair.

  “Well, what do you think?” the beautician asked, plugging in the curling iron. “This is such an easy hairdo to maintain. Just wash and blow dry.”

  Jennifer managed a fake smile. She ran her fingers through the top of her hair then took both hands and tried to squash the poof from the sides of her head. “I had something totally different in mind. It’s much too short and puffy.”

  Immediately, Cindy blushed furiously. She glared at Jennifer shaking her head. “It looks lovely, dear. I see nothing wrong with it,” she replied. “I think once you get used to it, you’ll see that it suits you.”

  Jennifer kept fingering the sides. The style looked too fat for her taste and she didn’t care for the cropped bangs. “Maybe if the sides weren’t so curled under, it might look better. Sweep them back.” She slid her arms back under the cape waiting impatiently for the woman to finish.

  The inept hairdresser continued to work on Jennifer’s hair, although Jen wondered if this chick had barely graduated from beauty school. She picked up the straightener and began to flatten out the curls, when Claire’s face jutted out at Jennifer in the mirror, like a 3-D movie. She jumped up from the chair and yanked off the towel from around her neck. The curling iron flung from the woman’s hand and crashed to the floor with a hard clank.

  “I’m not through with you yet,” the hairdresser said.

  “Yes you are!” Jennifer insisted, tossing the apron down on the seat. Grabbing her handbag from the floor, she took out a twenty and handed it over t
o the woman. “Keep the change, I’m out of here.”

  With a galled look on her face, Cindy stormed out behind her. “What is your problem, young lady? Do you know how embarrassing that was for me?” she asked, jerking her by the arm.

  Jennifer broke loose from her mother’s grip, got in the car and flopped down in the seat. “Mother, don’t start with me. I have enough going on in my life right now and I don’t need anymore crap added to it. Look what you did to my hair! It’s all about you, and that’s the way it’s always going to be, isn’t it?”

  Slamming the door as she got into the car, Cindy started up again. “What is it with you? Claire never spoke to her mother this way, and she wouldn’t have talked to her like this on her graduation day.”

  Jennifer’s anger flared hotter. Something in her snapped. “Shut up! How can you compare me to Claire? She’s dead, why won’t you let her rest in peace? That’s all I ever hear you complain about. News flash, Mother, my friends never made it adulthood. How would you possibly know what they’d act like now? And besides, why is it that you tell me never to speak of them again, but whenever you feel it’s convenient for you, you can say whatever the hell you want about them?”

  Cindy sighed. She put her head down, holding onto the steering wheel. “You know what…I promise I won’t say another word to you about them. I’m sorry for talking to you that way,” she said pulling out of the parking lot. “I realize that tomorrow is your big day, and the last thing you need right now, is my big mouth running at you constantly. And your hair looks lovely, despite what you think. Please forgive me.”

  Jennifer slung the seat belt around her and gazed into her mother’s pathetic, pouty face. “Don’t do it again. I know you mean well, but I can handle my own affairs, trust me I have for awhile now.”

  ***

  Tossing and turning in her sleep, Jennifer awoke drenched in sweat. She peeled the sheet and blanket off her then took off the socks she forgot to remove before going to bed. Damn, another nightmare, she realized, getting up and going into the bathroom to wash her face and change her gown. Reaching for a washcloth in a cabinet above the toilet, a sudden cold breeze wrapped her in shivers. Goose bumps spread up and down her damp body.

  Jennifer ignored her discomfort and wet her rag with cool water. I know I’m going to be as tired as hell in the morning, she thought wiping her face. Dark circles ran through the puffy bags under her eyes. She stood there gazing into this face she no longer recognized. You’re so damned old, she said. How in the hell did you attract Keith? She tried to understand. Here she had a gorgeous man with flawless skin and the whitest teeth she’d ever seen and she looked twice his age, with stress lines running across her face. And the thought that he wanted to marry her overwhelmed her. Well, whatever it is that he likes in you, you’d better hang on to it.

  Continuing to wipe her face, the chilled air intensified, wrapping its icy fingers around her legs and midriff. The faster she tried to clean herself, the worse the situation became. “Claire! If you’re there, show yourself.”

  Nothing stirred in the bathroom, but she could still feel something standing behind her. Turning toward the bedroom, Jennifer fluttered her hands through the air, to see if it would recoil, but the breeze kept moving closer.

  She sat the washcloth down on the sink and rushed back into the bedroom. Suddenly, the coldest air she’d ever felt went right through her. Then a sweet smell permeated the air, engulfing her with jasmine. Jennifer lifted her nightgown to her face when suddenly, she knew Claire came to see her. “Where are you? I can smell your scent all over me. Please let me see you, Claire.”

  As the words fell from her lips, the light flickered out in the bathroom. The room became darker as a bright light rose from the floor.

  Backing up, Jennifer barricaded herself against the bed. She took the easy out and fell back against the mattress. Quickly getting under the covers, she pulled them up by her eyes, peeking out to see what roamed through her room. A silhouette appeared at the base of her bed, looking so peaceful and glowing like an angel. With a whispering sound coming from the light, Jennifer could barely hear what she said.

  “It’s me—Claire.”

  Jennifer trembled. She threw the covers up over her head and slowed her breathing.

  “Did you forget about me?” Claire asked with sadness in her eyes.

  Jennifer peeked through a small opening in the blanket and there stood Claire, front and center. Frightened, Jennifer stifled a scream as Claire picked up her hand and gently placed it on her face.

  “It’s me, Claire. Don’t you remember me?” she asked once again.

  A tear fell from Claire’s eye. She knelt down beside the bed removing the cover from Jennifer’s head. Jennifer shivered from the cold air radiating off of Claire. “It’s really you,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry for you’re not here in the flesh. Can you ever forgive....?”

  Claire placed her finger over Jennifer’s trembling lips before she continued to speak. “There’s nothing to forgive my friend. You saved me from Maddie Ann’s clutches and I will never be able to thank you enough.”

  Jennifer pressed her warm hand against Claire’s chilled transparent hand and as she did, beautiful mountains appeared before her. An array of flowers, ones she’d never laid eyes on before, spread out on top of that mountain range as far as the eye could see. Sitting amid the mountains, a ridge with a waterfall lapsing over the side, pooled below with big oaks and green grass surrounding it.

  “You see it, don’t you?” Claire asked. Her face began to glow like the glow worm toy Jennifer used to have growing up.

  “Yes…it’s so amazing. Is this Heaven?”

  Claire giggled. “No, it’s a place God puts us until we go to Heaven,” she explained. “If you really concentrate, you can smell the sweet scent of the flowers and hear the water flow through the streams.”

  Jennifer closed her eyes still pressing against Claire’s transparent hand. When she did, she stepped into this world unimaginable to the human race. The sky appeared crispy blue, with white clouds rippling across the horizon. She wiggled her toes as she realized she had no shoes on and the grass felt warm under her feet. Suddenly, a flock of birds flew overhead and a cool breeze whirled around her. “Can I stay?” Jennifer whispered. “Its energy is calling me.”

  Claire shook her head and moved her hand away from Jennifer. “Someday you can be with me, but for now, you must stay here.”

  As much as Jennifer wanted to believe that, she couldn’t see herself in such a peaceful place. If what Maddie Ann told her came to pass, she’d see the pits of hell instead. “I’m afraid I will never join you after life. You know the Black Souls will come after me once I return to Old Creek. And even if I change my mind and stay here, they will be there at my bedside to take me when I take my last breath before death.”

  Claire turned away from Jennifer bowing her head. “We can fix this. I will never let Maddie Ann have you again. You belong to God, not to the devil.”

  “But she told me I belonged to her and no matter what force tried to break me free from damnation, it would fail.”

  Suddenly, Claire faded back into the shadows dancing on the wall.

  Jennifer heard a faint cry and then silence. “Claire…wait! Where are you going? Please don’t leave me here,” she cried.

  After a few minutes and Claire did not reply, lying back against her pillow, Jennifer placed her hand over her chest and felt her heart vibrate through her hand as it pounded in her ears. Turning her bedside light on, she turned over on her side and gazed at the wall, too wound up to go back to sleep.

  Chapter Two

  Morning came too soon for Jennifer. Her eyes popped open the minute she heard a loud knock at the front door. Scrambling out of the covers, she stumbled into the living room to answer the door. Her mom and dad stood in the doorway dressed in their Sunday best. Looking down at her watch, she realized she slept in.

  “I can’t believe I’m late,” she said
, as she rushed into her room to get ready.

  Cindy followed her into the bedroom. “What happened? I told you to set your alarm. Why didn’t you do it?”

  Jennifer stormed to the closet and pulled out her dress and shoes. “I did, Mother, but you wouldn’t understand. Besides, we don’t have enough time to discuss it.”

  “Try me,” Cindy replied helping her pull the dress over her head. “I promise not to yell.”

  Jennifer didn’t want to talk about it. She knew if her mother knew about Claire’s visit, she’d have a conniption fit. But if she kept her mouth shut, she’d never know. “It’s nothing big. I was worn out from yesterday. And, I didn’t get to bed ‘til after midnight.”

  While Jennifer sat and put on her makeup, Cindy grabbed the brush off the nightstand and tried to brush through the many tangles in her hair. “Damn, do you have any detangle spray? I guess it doesn’t matter if you have short or long hair. It’s still tangled as hell,” Cindy harped, grating the brush bristles against Jennifer’s scalp.