It's Jane as a baby and she shakes her head, no, no, no! Mom says stop that, Dad can't stop laughing. No, no, no. He new favorite word. Mom hates it and she pushes a spoon full of something toward Jane's pursing lips. Says you eat this right now or-
Dad laughs harder when baby Jane pushes the spoon away and all that gross stuff flies into her mother's face.
She laughs too, baby Jane.
It's Jane when she's six laying on her belly and everything around her is speaking. Insects hum and birds sing and even the trees seem to sigh when the wind plays music through their boughs.
It's summer and Jane is falling in love with the Earth.
It's watching the boy she liked smile at another girl instead.
It's watching all the boys she likes do this.
It's a sick, twisted thing that churns her gut until she feels like she is seeing more red instead.