“We have a heartbeat, people! How long was she gone?”

“This can’t be correct.”

“What… how long?”

“She flatlined at 7:03 pm—“

“What time did we get a pulse?”

“7:53 pm. “

“That has to be a goddamn miracle! No way she came back after almost an hour without brain activity or a fucking heartbeat.”

“We get a name, yet?”

“You won’t believe me when I tell you.”

“Well?”

“Fucking Christie.” 

“Get the fuck outta here.”

“Maybe Jesus had a baby sister.”

“Whatever, Let’s sew her ass up and get her into recovery. Let the damn nurses deal with the second coming of Christ-ie. “

*** 

I would love to tell you how amazing it’s been to be the woman who was brutally gang-raped, sliced all to hell, and come back to life after being dead for almost an hour; however, I’d be a lying sack of shit if I did. Nothing is ever going to be as good as being dead. Now, I’m stuck in this fucked up body with the stench of five devils crawling around and inside every part of me. 

They’re haunting me even when I’m awake. I see them, hear their raspy voices as they whisper filth into some poor girl’s neck just before they fuck every hole in her abused body. I watch them like some sick slasher porn movie, as the one with the shaggy brown hair and the peppermint breath, cuts a hole into her thigh because his friends took all the ones she was born with. 

“Officer Sewell, I can see them clear as day. Just go to the address… send someone over and you’ll find the four men who’ve been terrorizing the women in this town. “

“Look, I’m sorry we don’t have any leads on n your case—“

“No you’re not but you will be.”

“You threatening me, Christie?”

“No.”

“Why don’t you go home.”

“I could… but I don’t have to.”

*** 

“Fuck, Christie. Last time anybody saw you, you looked like the walking dead.”

“And now? How do I look now, Fred?”

“Fucking hot as hell. Where have you been?”

“Healing.”

“You better hope Buck and the boys don’t see you looking like you serving sweet pussy pie on a silver platter.”

“Why’s that, Fred?”

“Everybody round here know what they done to you and those other girls, too.”

“Everyone except the police, you mean?”

“Not words I’m willing to say. What you drinking, pretty girl?”

“She ain’t drinking shit right now, but in a few minutes she’ll be drinking my thick cum.”

“Hey Buck… we don’t want—“

“Didn’t ask what the fuck you want, Fred. Did I?”

“Christie, I think it’s time for you to head home.”

“Not before I get a chance to sip Buck’s putrid cum from his tiny cocktail wiener.”

“Dying must’ve left your stupid ass with a motherfucking dealth  wish, bitch.”

“No, but it did give me some perspective.”

“Yeah, what’s your perspective, Christie?”

“You take what isn’t yours because nobody’s ever taken anything from you. But, I’ve been watching and listening to you and your boys fucking each other for the last six months.”

“The fuck?”

“You love it when Rob and Sam double dick your asshole, love it, even more, when Kenny slams his cock down your throat, don’t you, Buck?”

“You’re dead, you filthy cunt-whore. “

“Been there already. They sent me back to deliver a message to you. Not your three loyal lovers, Buck. Just to you.”

“Ha, you’re bat-shit crazy.”

“Maybe. And I’m still going to deliver this message.”

“Speak on it, Christie. What’d the angels tell you to say to me?”

“You listening, Buck?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Your mama asked me to remind you of the promise you made to her on her deathbed.”

“Thehellyousaidbitch?”

“She said, ‘Tell my boy, Benji, to keep his promise to honor, respect, and most of all to protect every woman he meets.’ She said to remind you that you were only a boy when your daddy and your uncles raped and murdered her while you and your brothers were forced to watch.”

“How… how the fuck you know any of this shit? Who the fuck you been talking to, huh?”

“Oh, Benji. Ms. Liza cried a million tears when I showed her how you pulled my legs apart and shoved your entire fist and arm up to the elbow into my virgin pussy. How you let your little brother, Rob tear through my virgin asshole. She died a thousand times over when you carved your name across my beaten, bloodied breasts. But—“

“But... but, what, bitch?”

“When I showed her the brand in the middle of my back, the same one your father gave her... her eyes went ice-blue and cold. So cold, Benji, she froze hell over and spit blood onto the floor of heaven. Her tears dried up. She grabbed my face and spoke into my soul, Buck. Wanna know what she said, Buck?

"Fucking spit it out, already. You lying piece of shit. Like you talk to my mama... I ought to--"

"Ms. Liza whispered into my heart and told. me to let it drip down into the depths of my bleached white soul. Come here, Buck. I'm going to whisper it to you, just like she whispered it to me. Don't be scared, Benji."

"I ain't scared of you or the ghost of my whore of a mother. I'm here... what'd she say?"

She said, "‘Tell him what a beautiful disappointment he turned out to be. Tell him, I have nothing in my soul for him and he will live every lifetime searching for a certain kind of love, but he won’t find it. He'll be missing that part I left to him and he won't understand what he's even pining for.'"

“When?”

“Two months ago.”

“Christie, you have to get it back—“

“No, Buck, I don’t. Fred? Thanks for being nice to me.”

“I need to get it back, Christie. I’m lost without—“

“Seems like you were just as lost with it. Either way, you won’t be hurting anyone else. See you, Buck.”

“Christie, don’t you fucking dare pull that trig—“

“Ms. Liza said she needed to see him one last time, Fred. I promised to send Benji to her as soon as I was able. Be good, Fred. I'll see you next lifetime.“

***

It's been years since I thought about that time in my life when I became the hands and mouth of divinity. After sending Benji home to his mama, I caught the first train out of that godforsaken town. I never looked back. Didn't concern myself with the others who tried to break me. Just went about living my life as the best possible version of myself. I guess I'll get to rectify the mistakes I made when I met Buck and his crew... at least that's what I believe.