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The boy’s father murdered the kid’s half-sister, only a few weeks old. Before he killed the baby girl, he took her to see the young man and the boy’s sister, who was also the killer’s daughter.
The 12 year old, tall, thin dark Hispanic boy, who looks much older, is strikingly good looking and bright, as is his sister. When his father visited him in Sunset Park, Brooklyn, he felt deep love for him, although the man was an ex-con. The father had been released only a few months before from prison.
“My father always treated me with love and respect,” he informed me. “The drugs made him into a beast!”
II
The boy took pictures of his new sister. Now, that’s all he has left to prove she existed. They captured the last vestige of her existence. She was real. But she died.
III
The boy’s my patient. I hadn’t seen him in months. And after his mother, sister, and he visited over a month ago, he hasn’t returned.
Perhaps, I hold his pain. He came and disgorged it into the miasma of my office in Sheepshead Bay. Then he left-vanished! I called his home and his mother’s cell phone many times. No one answered. He’s gone.
IV
Back in January, in Queens, the father and common-law wife were high. The man held his little girl in his arms. But she cried incessantly.
Maybe it was the drugs. Maybe it was his inherent evil. Perhaps, a metamorphosis occurred, and the beast emerged. Perhaps, he was always the beast.
Suddenly, filled with rage by his child’s endless crying, he flung her to the cold floor, crushing her skull.
Together, he and his woman gazed at the dead girl. Apparently without guilt, they were focused on one thing: How would they get rid of it? (That’s what they told the police during the interrogation.)
They wrapped it in a plastic garbage bag and took a bus and a couple of trains to Sunset Park, Brooklyn.
They dumped the tiny, doll-like corpse in a dumpster near an abandoned building, not far from the main gate of Green-Wood Cemetery at 5th Avenue and 25th Street. (They said it was about a 15 minute walk to the cemetery.) The Gowanus Expressway is nearby, as well as the Lutheran Medical Center.
They left it behind and continued to get high. Indeed, they were constantly stoned for days. (When questioned later, they expressed no guilt-only concern about being caught.)
V
The police caught them a week later. A neighbor had heard them arguing one night. During the altercation, they mentioned murdering the little girl. The courageous neighbor called 911.
VI
Before he vanished, he showed me her pictures. Such a beautiful baby! She lives in my mind and soul! The pain’s intolerable, but I am a container-a seething cauldron of dark emotions rising from Hell.
I feel. And I wait for the boy to return.
In the meantime, is there no escape-no exit from Hell? Is there?
