Living? Can it be? [MA]
Nov 18, 2014 14:29:41 GMT -5
Post by * on Nov 18, 2014 14:29:41 GMT -5
 "One. Two. Three... seven?" The hollow portions of my mind still won't work with me to verbalize what I'm thinking. It's suppose to be four... not seven. Cadman. Why have you not come back? Some things have gone missing. I can't explain it at all. I still remember that one night that he left me. That night he crawled out of his cage and looked right at me. His eyes bore into me this sentimental glaze. His eyes were so caring, so gentle. He'd been a prisoner here for much longer than I had been. I was the new one. I was the new toy and at first, they put so much medication in me, it kept me longer then needed. Very rarely would they use a lower dosage, but each time, I watched as the other puppets would come to life before me and I would still be laying there so weak and unable to move. I couldn't even turn my head to let the tears fall from my eyes onto the thin blanket my puppeteer gave me to lay on. He escaped. He got out. He picked the lock but they knew better than to give me anything that can be used as a weapon or anything small. So much, that I was given a harsh punishment for his disappearance. Annabelle stipped me of any nice clothing, opting for a thin peice of dress; no embelishments. No pretty jewels. Just this awful pale pink, raggedy thing. It covered what it needed and covered my arms and part of my legs. That was my punishment; to look like a used doll until it was time to play. Today, is different. You can't hold me today. I'm getting out... I turn my head slightly to the right, and look up from the bed that I was laid on. She walked away from me. She was called away suddenly for something and left me stranded on the bed; or so she thought. "My.. turn..." I say verbally, my voice cracking as much as ever. She'd not played with me in a few days, but only gave me enough water to keep me subjected to this torture. We havn't even played tea party, yet. That's when I would get fed and given drinks. Not today. You will not... My fingers dance across the bedsheet and slowly, I grip the edge of the bed and slump off of it, finding myself curling up into a ball to ward off the pain shooting through my shoulder. The air being drawn into my lungs feels good. I am getting all my proper functions back and slowly, I turn over and get to my knees. "Stay awake... stay - awake - Deja. Go home. Follow Cadman." I beg myself, remembering his words that never came true. 'Don't worry. I'll be back with help.' The scary part is that he never came back. He never came back to get me; at all. He promised and I don't know why I trusted him. I don't know why he would lie to me? Something had to have happened. Every single creak of floorboard, I freeze and hold my breath. Every sound of voice that I think I hear makes my heart beat uncontrollably in my chest. Go! Go! You've got it made! She thinks you are still overmedicated. She thinks that you are weak. You are her only puppet. She will take better care of you. I fight with my eyes wanting to close on me like every other time they do after the medication starts to wear off. It completely wears me out. I'm not sure but the poison that they put into my body seems to have these adverse side effects that I can't fight and last for days at a time in between playtimes. The stairs come into view, and for once, I feel my heart flutter with hope. I'm almost home! I'm almost out of this place! The stuggles and pain wear off just as my fingers touch the front door. The sounds of my puppeteer's voice is no where to be heard and as the door opens with a simple twist of the knob. With that, my freedom is given to me. "Thank you..." I mutter and pull myself to my feet, leaning heavily on the door and very slowly edge my way back into the world of the living. Very slowly, my bare feet touch the concrete and sodden grass. My fingers touch the brittle needles of the shrubs and as much as I try to run, I find that I have no strength but to move at a slow pace away from this torturous place. "Help me. Someone?" I mutter out, barely above a whisper as my body sways heavily to the right, and my shoulder once again hits against the wall. The fear of having one of the Steins coming after me is so evident. I feel like I've been walking forever, but I've not seen a single person yet. You've gone the wrong way. You're going to be captured again... taken back. Have that needle be pricked into your... I belt out a low scream in frustration and crumple into this dingy alley I've pressed myself in and push my body against the wall. Silent sobs escape me as I cover my face with my arm, smelling the fabric of that old peice of cloth that Annabelle had dressed me in right before her disappearance. You're going to be captured again. Captured and taken away... Deja Hatcher - ae5ae8 |
