“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Rebecca! Happy birthday to you!” Rebecca’s mother trilled. It wasn’t actually Rebecca’s birthday, but neither mother nor daughter could remember for the life of them when she was born, and her birthday was hosted whenever they felt it appropriate. Neither mother nor daughter knew how old Rebecca was either, but it was widely believed she was around 4.

Rebecca and her mother were very poor. They lived in a one bedroom, one bathroom bedsit. However, they did not let their lack of funding ruin their special days, and so, on every birthday, they would take a jolly and visit their favourite restaurant, ‘Benny’s’.

Before leaving, they got into their glad rags. Rebecca’s mother wore a purple and orange stripey blouse, a black knee length skirt, and red pumps. Rebecca wore her favourite pink tutu and black military boots. 

They walked the short walk to Benny’s, and were quickly seated at a table in the corner of the building.

“What would you like to eat, Pumpkin?” asked mother.

“ERUGM, I d-d-don’t know!” squealed Rebecca, her hands shaking.

“What about a burger! That always your favourite.”

“Yeah! YEAH! YEAH I LOVE BURGERS GET ME A BURGER MUM HAHA!” whispered Rebecca, with her eyes closed.

“Waiter, waiter!” sung Rebecca’s mother.

“Yes, madam, can I take your order?”

Rebecca’s mother quickly whittled down what they wanted, and the waiter frowned. 

“Unfortunately, we have no burgers left today!”

Rebecca’s eyes jammed open. Her bloody vessels were swollen, and her eyes appeared red. Saliva poured out of her mouth, and perspiration cloaked her face. She started to pant.

“I WANT A BURGER.” she whispered.

“Unfortunately-“

“I WANT ONE N-NOW.” she whispered.

“Madam, if you’d like-“

“NO. I WANT A BURGER.”

And with that, Rebecca jumped up onto the table, and pounded her chest with her fists in an apparent homage to King Kong. She leapt down of the table, and swung her fists blindly at the waiter. The restaurant was near silent, the only noise being the sound of bones being crushed under the fists of a four year old child. The waiter crumpled to the floor, a mess of blood, bone and ripped linen. 

Rebecca then began to thrust her head vigorously into the wall near her table. Her forehead slowly stared to peel of skin, and after a few moments, was almost purely bone. Her mother sat, indignantly, with her eyes shut and mouth pursed. 

“I’ll let her tire herself out” she thought to herself calmly.

Rebecca started to gnaw at her hands, and managed to sever two of her fingers. Finally, Benny’s staff managed to restrain her, and she was sedated with a large dose of heroin. 

“There we go,” thought Rebecca’s mother, sighing, “all tired out.”