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Niggy + Poppy

Niggy is Poppy’s brother. They have a strange relationship!

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Niggy + Poppy

”        ” she said. How do I know what the silly woman meant? The sun meant nothing to me as a kid.

Then the pineapple cubes which were in the white paper bag were used to confuse us. “It’s not A-B-C, it’s 1-2-3.” The T.V is on…...“why dont U sit. down in front of. it….....and Dont B in mUmmees way now.”

Little Niggy began masturbating. “Sickening little swine” was mentioned. he shamed them/us….....at an early age.

We played monopoly. BRoke your thumbnail on crooked pipe Brother. We, I, laugh…................at many fish inthetank. the sillier we were the more we kissed…...
   
........I did.n’t kNOw that then….......but I donow.

I buried the book in…....foil….....The garden. Better not show it, but dog dug it up. so buried it deeper, to Australia and back.

Bad dog, Dadees dog, Dadees bad…..........Dog. and watch littl entities in grasssss…..nake. Bold boLD butter lightssshine under chin cup. BAR…..bq. ‘Phew!’ hot, mummy and daddy and steph and colin and steve and john and mary and peter and steves friend brian, isn’t it. “Hot!” said them, all the time.

silly little boy only wears drinks shorts. I we Bad dog nasty coff…..............CH oke, Ch oke, there’s something stuck in doggees THroat! (Chickin Bone).
   
N.A.S.T.Y = mummy, so I de-sided what to do:-

    “IwillwaittillmummyisasleepandwillgetthepetrolfromthegarageandwillgetthematchesfromthekitchendrawerandIwillsetfiretomummysbedroomandwillrunawaysomewhereIcantbefound” She said hastily.

I thought that Poppy’s intentions were a little silly. But I decided that I was pretty silly also so it dident matter if Poppy was to:-

“Boyz R silly!” Poppy said to me. “Like their willies!” This meant that what she was doing was justified.

“Dadees horrible” Poppy said to mummee. So Poppy got hit. I dident like being called silly by Poppy so I told Daddee Poppees intentions: “She wants to burn mummy” I said…....


“I do believe this was the beginning of your sisters mental illness, Nicky. The insanity primarily became a concern for your parents when Poppy lost all communication with her mother.
“She pretended to lose all communication with Mummee, she still knew who mummy was - how nasty she was, she just dident know Mummee was there for her.”
“Poppy suffered from a serious hearing impairment. She became dumb. And the only visual response she ever gave in tests were towards strong light. She lacked the basic skills required for communication,
“I can.not and will.not believe you. Poppy could - and did communicate - with me. I know she did. It was me who caused the trouble - not poppy.
Don’t blame yourself, Nicky. It wasn’t your fault. It was nobody’s fault.”

MORE BULLSHIT.

Bullshit thenŅŅŅŅŅŅŅŅ.and bullshit

NOW

Poppy always got in trouble. Mummy said she deserved it. So did Daddy. So didn’t Niggy. so I got into trouble too: ‘Dubbel trubbel’.

Mummy said Poppy was a bad influence on me, but I dident think so, so wrote


NIGGY

4

POPPY

on the tree in thegarden.

    IshowedPoppywhatIhaddoneandshewasdelighted.and shesmiled.andshekissedmeand. Icried.
What’s the matter? Poppy asked.
I don’t know. I (said). Soshekissedmeagain.longerthistime.likeinthefilms.
Poppy and I used to laugh when we saw people who kissed in the films, andwhenmummeeanddaddeekissed!
Poppy got asmack for trying to kiss daddee likethatonce. soIsaiditdidentmatterbutitdidandpoppygotsenttoherroom.


That ssssssichollagist wozza wan.ker, Niggy thought to himself as he stood waiting at the bus-station. He dident know what he wastALKing about. How could he?
He dident even

“NO, Poppy.”

I hurt! I hurt! Poppy poppa plaster onnit!

   
The number 10 bus would take Nicky home if he liked:- Back to Daddy looking after Mummy now. Mummy in her wheelchair. Mummy with her (snigger) ‘Multiple Sclerosis’ and grey hair. The number 3a bus would take Niggy home also.

He felt confused. He had not been able to see Poppy ever since she’d been taken in. But he was Eighteen now so he could. He could remember how he felt when they had taken her away…...................

Mummy had pretended to look upset like she couldn’t go with Daddy in the car but really she wanted Poppy to go and was just too lazy.

    “Ithinkiamgoingtothehospitalnowniggy.mummeesaiditswhatshethinksisbestforme. whatdoyouthinkniggy?doyouthinkitsbesttogotothehospital?
Then Daddee huried her along and told me to go inside with Mummee but I dident want to so I ran up the stairs to the toilet and made silly faces at Poppy at the window instead….....................


Niggy had found out since which hospital Poppy had been taken to; the one round the back of the main hospital on Chevalier St, and had been given the route to take if he ever wanted to visit her….............

..................So Niggy boarded the number 3a bus, frightend-ly.

“Hello. I am looking for Poppy Williams, please. I am her bruv.ver.” said Niggy nervously.
“Oh, you’ve come to see Poppy have you? Do you have a note with you?”
“Yes, it’s here.”
Niggy produced a scrumpled up envelope from his jacket pocket and passed it to the nurse. She smiled. Not in a nice way, but in a smarmy way, thought Niggy, and then said ‘Thankyou…’ (she referred to the note)
“...Nicky, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” Niggy replied. That’s what it says on the note, *doesn’t it?! And as he watched her tap some details into her computer, Niggy noticed the nurses neck was covered in an epidemic of warts that she tried to cover with her hair, and it made him feel sick.
“Gosh, so you havn’t seen your sister in quite some time then, Nicky?”
“No.” Niggy replied, as plainly as he could.
“Well, she’s really not at her best at the moment, so she might not recognise you, O.K? But if she does then make sure you tell me or one of the other members of staff, because it’s very important, do you understand?
“Yes.” said Niggy, impatiently.
“Now, are you sure you don’t want to wait till another day to see your sister, Nicky? We wouldn’t want you getting upset if she doesn’t respond to you being there, now would we?”
“No…umm?...I mean yes. Yes I’m sh-sh-sure.” stuttered Niggy.
“Very Well! I’ll have Sister Fiona take you to her.”

Blud.de smiles. Blud.de nurses, Niggy said to himself, unconfidently.

The hospital looked funny to Niggy. It had white walls and white sinks and white doors and white toilets and white PATIENCE. Tiles on floor pattern, rusty Autumn. But it didn’t smell like autumn - too new. It smelt like the toilet used to smell after mummee had put FRESHner in it. Poppy emptied Mummees perfume bottles in the toilet once, she said it smelt better in there than it did on Mummy. I agreed.

I dont like white - white is dirtee, Niggy reminded himself as he approached the door to poppy private white room.
“Would you prefer to be alone with your sister, Nicky, or would you like me to be there with you?” said Nurse Fiona. “She can be a bit of a handful, you know!” she added, patronising-ly.
“A-lone, thankyou.” Niggy replied, shak.ily.


  TIME….................................................................................................................................................................................................................ŅŅŅŅŅŅŅŅ…..PASSES


    “thereissomuchtotell.somuchtotell.butyoudontwanttohearthatdoyoupoppy?”

WHITE POPPY - POPPY SHOULD BE RED.
NIGHT POPPY - POPPY SHOULD BE DEAD.


.....Niggy said to himself.

Perhaps the psychologist had told the truth after all. Poppy just lay there: stareLESS, careLESS, repairLESS….............................

    “pleasebebetterpoppy.pleasedontbeill.pleasespeaktomepoppypleaseletmelisten.remembersillykissespoppy?remembersillyjesusandmarytoo? POPPY! POPPY!” Niggy spluttered to himself.

He wanted to wake Poppy up and talk to her about all the things they had done together, but she lay there inanimate and pale. He cried a while longer, then at last plucked up the courage to tell Poppy why this had been his only visit. That he’d wanted to come and see her everyday but that Mummee and Daddee hadn’t allowed him to, but that now he was old enough he could come and visit her all the time - if she wanted him to. But still there was no response from the child inside Poppys choleric and unwomanly body.

Despite feeling his efforts were futile, Niggy told Poppy of what had happened to their mother, that she had developed M.S. and was confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life…...........................

.....A tear trickled down Niggy’s cheek, and he felt a chill in the room he hadn’t noticed before. He hadn’t bothered to take his coat off, swo that couldn’t be it. The walls and the sink and his sisters shimmering sick skin were whiter too. He had done all he could. He kissed Poppy dearly on herforehead, and with an emptiness in his stomach, closed the white door to her room behind him as he left…......


“That’s the best news I’ve heard in years!” Poppy chuckled to herself, sill.ily!

Comments:

1 Natalie Esther | on 07 November 2009

obscure,
but ever so obsessive to read.

faintly reminds me of the writer Will Self.
The hysterical delusions and estranged reality sits quite nicely with his work.


i hate hospitals.
i identify.

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