Merry Christmas

During the fall of 1957 a little girl by the name of Caroline died at the hands of the chief medical officer. (Caroline Caldwell 418)

He had been eves dropping on Caroline and Sara via a wireless audio devise pinned to Caroline's dress. The two girls thought they were alone and it was safe to talk.

Caroline was holding Sara's hand and comforting her with her words;

"Always remember I love you."
"Always remember God loves you, always remember."

This quiet moment was suddenly interrupted by the doctors appearance. He said nothing as he removed the shiny metallic button from Caroline's dress and put it in his pocket. He took both girls by the arm and lead them down the hall and into the black room. He closed the door behind him and locked it.

The black room was a sound proof operating room with a stainless steel floor. The walls and the ceiling were lined with a heavy black rubber like material.

Sara could see that Caroline was afraid, very afraid, she could see the terror in her eyes. Caroline knew the price she would be forced to pay if she was caught offering comfort and support to Sara, but in spite of this fact she gave Sara her love.

Without a word being spoken the chief medical officer, who went by the name of Bob, (Dr. Robert Armstrong, an alias) took a knife from a drawer and turned on Caroline.

He threw her against the wall and with one slash all but severed her head.

Sara screamed out, "Caroline, No!" as blood sprayed from the fatal wound.

Sara was in shock and Caroline was dead.

Bob was down on his knees chopping at Caroline's neck. He finally held her head in his hand and pushed it in Sara's face.

"God hates you, you bitch."

Bob raved on about hate in his attempt to convince Sara that no one loved her, no one cared.

He finally convinced her she was the one who killed Caroline and forced her to say the words.

"Who killed Caroline?"

"I did," gasped Sara.

By the time it was over Sara was covered in Caroline's blood and existing beyond a conscious state.

But it was not over...........far from it.......Bob was not satisfied, he had to be sure Caroline had not jeopardized his important work with Sara. It was very important to the program that Sara feel unloved and completely alone. She was to depend completely on Bob, as he alone would determine from day to day and moment to moment whether she would live or die.

Sara was forced to swallow Caroline's flesh and her blood.

But still it was not over..........it would not end until Christmas eve.

Sara had spent the day at the research facility working with Bob and it was almost time for her to leave for the Christmas break.

She was waiting in a chair in Bob's office when he handed her a beautifully wrapped Christmas package tied with a big bow. Sara was quite surprised and excited at the idea of receiving such a beautiful present and dared to think it might be a doll.

Bob told her she could open her present before she left and he sat there smiling as she carefully unwrapped her Christmas gift. Once the paper was removed Sara lifted the lid of the box and looked inside. At first she was bewildered and then shocked.......it was not a doll, it was fingers.......human fingers, but these were not just any fingers, these were Caroline's fingers. One of them had a ring on it, Caroline's ring.

Caroline was Sara's special friend, a little girl with a big heart and a lot of guts and even at the age of nine Caroline had the wisdom of a much older woman and a courageous soul.

Both Sara and Caroline had been trafficked together as child prostitutes and although Sara was five years younger than Caroline the love they shared was something they both cherished. A deep bond that could and would not be erased.

So here we are 50 years later and Caroline is not forgotten........hardly, I know I will never forget this little girl who gave so much and paid the ultimate price. A little girl who died believing in kindness and the love of God.

Merry Christmas Caroline..........we love you.