How long… will this never-ending pain be endured?
It would be precisely fifty-seven days tomorrow morning, living in the confines of the horrid hospital. She had been forgotten, an unimportant patient, now doctors were replaced with psychotic nurses that seemingly ignored her but would attack anything else. What made her so different, she should be dead by now… death followed her everywhere, but she had never endured any further ailments besides her said unstable condition. Was sadness a sickness? Ever since she was admitted there, she had felt nothing but sadness, tearing at the organ in the left side of her chest, that eagerly throbbed against her ribcage. Why did it continue to beat, when she felt so empty. It gave her comfort, at least its constant thumps let her know she wasn't hollow, a mindless corpse.
He likes… playing with my mind. I'm his doll.
Tapping echoed throughout the bleak room, the blonde girl sat on the edge of the filthy bed sheets, stained by things she did not dare to speak of. She let her fingers stroke the small scars on her forearm, whimpering as the tapping only became louder. "Please, leave me alone" she pleaded, staring downwards through her now impaired vision. Layers of warm moisture left her temporarily blinded, scintillating blue eyes hid behind the opaque coat. "Open the door" a velvet voice growled, persuasive to the young girl, her fragile figure trembling. As if on cue, a almost inaudible click rang through her ears, and the door creaked open "Why is one crying?" The girls bottom lip quivered as she remained back on, she despised him… she was his game, his infatuation; a prey. "I… want to go home… Walter" she had never understood why she was savoured, all the rest were sacrificed. Walter sighed gently, his shoes causing the worn oak floor beneath him to groan under his weight. He kneeled before her, smiling gently, all the while holding the odd doll to his chest. She nearly flinched away from his hand, staring at him once he rearranged her hair so her doll-like eyes were revealed, almond shaped. "You… are home. With us" he whispered, something in his voice echoed his anger and confusion.
He wants us to be a happy family, but I could never be his. That's what makes the challenge more intriguing.