I lied down in my bed, watching the iridescent twinkling white reflections of the night stars hit the mirror I had made out of shards of glass I caught in my feet after walking. Masochistically gazing, mesmerizing, capturing every moment. The light bounced, a beautiful show - cherrest - dancing in front of my eyes. My auburn hair gently spread it's self over my bed, which may I say, needs some work. It squeaked to every slight moment, and my limps precariously toppled over the sides, laying limp and unalive.
I listened to the playful screams of the children, the thuds of their feet tapping on the concrete streets, the swoosh of their clothes kissing the wind. I loved how theyre always so happy. So.. Unaware. So lucky to have a life of which they live. A life given to them, alas, not made. Not forced upon. Bliss, in every way. I wanted it, and I cried.
Silence fill my room, until I heard the distance commands coming from the laboratory. "Sally!" Doctor Finklestein shouted, his raspy voice vibrating against the fragile walls. "I'm hungry, cook me dinner!"
I closed my eyes, slightly wishing this was just a dream. Wishing my whole life was nothing but pure imagery, locked inside my mind, wanting to come out. Fighting with only the strongest vengeance, and then I'll wake up. Of course, that wasn't true. Nothing I've ever dreamt of was.
Why would he make me if he create me if he had no plans but to treat me like a slave? I have a brain, a heart - he put it there. He put it there knowing I would feel. I feel betrayal. I feel hate. I feel.. love. I've read about it in so many books, oh, it's amazing. Sometimes I dream about Jack and I being just like a couple on the pages. He'd tell me he loved me, and I'd believe it. My god, wouldnt that be amazing! To be loved! To be actually loved! His lips would touch mine, and I'd let his hand slowly and subtly explore my body. I'd feel his chest against mine, my heart pounding, as he told me not to worry; that he wouldn't hurt me, that he'd take good care of me. And I'd smile.
"Sally!" The rage within his voice grew.
People in those books are so perfect. Angelic. And what they have is so beautiful. It's almost as if they were created for one another. Maybe I was created for Jack.
Maybe he created me so I could fall in love like them. Maybe I can be angelic too! It's hiding, that's it.. just hiding.. hiding.. I have wings, too. They're just broken. Covered. He can fix them, I know he can. He will let me fly. Then I can feel what they feel.
He just needs to meet me first.
He opened my door, seeing me laying down, doing nothing to his interest. "You insolent lazy bitch! Didnt you hear me? Why aren't you working?" The sound of his motorized wheelchair rang in my ears, and his hand flew up, shattering my mirror I had worked so hard on. I didn't care to shield my body, and cuts now seeped leaves. "Look, now you're making a mess! Dammit, you're so worthless! You're so ugly! You're pathetic! I dont know why I made you in the first place!" And he left.
And have I ever told you how much you mean to me? Oh, you're everything to me. I'm thinking all the time how to tell you what I feel, I'm contemplating phrases... I'm gazing at eternity; I am floating in serenity... And I am so lost for words, and I am so overwhelmed. Please don't leave just yet. Can you stay a moment please? We can dance together; We can dance forever. Under your stars tonight, we'll live and breathe this dream. So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep. And please pass me some memories. And when I fall you're underneath a thousand broken hearts, carried by a thousand broken wings.
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Song - Broken Wings by Flyleaf