Hanging by her fingertips
I own nothing but my own ideas
The Dream Man's coming on a train of cars
With moonbeam windows and his wheels of stars
So kiss your Mummy and kiss your Pa
Then all aboard you little ones
The railroad track, it is a railroad bright
That runs right up into the starry night
So come you little ones, have no fear
The Man in the Moon is the engineer
Hush! here comes the Dream Man
Hush! here comes the Dream Man
Now you children, run up the stairs
Put on your nighties and say your prayers…
"The unstable are more than merely mad; they have other parts. The Dollmaker will deprive them of what remains of their deranged souls. They need care."
"'Mad enough.' Do you see yourself? The seeds of your destruction were sown long ago, and now he will reap the harvest. He owns your mind, and you've just been renting. You owe a debt and he will collect."
"Doctor do you right? Still sick in the head?"
The brunette in question just stared at Her sadly "I'm past cure"
She stared at said brunette blankly. Wondering why she didn't get it , why she couldn't see what was to become of them.
"Terminal condition" The brunette, Alice, stated sadly
"Are you that self absorbed?' She had wanted to ask, 'So blind to the truth? It really should be easy to add the clues up, any half decent investigator could do it. But who would look into crazy orphans? London is corrupt through and through.
She shock her head sadly as Alice absently told a young boy to 'wear bloomers" when he complained about the doctor going for his underwear. When Alice had arrived here, She had such high expectations for her. Alice, she had thought, was different. Alice would see through the flimsy illusion.
Her files indicated Alice had cured herself. Even if it had not been her own doing, someone who had come back from the brink of insanity, when the world had given up hope of her recovery, had to have a strong sprit. Be a fighter. A Survivor.
She had been disappointed when Alice had only been interested in trying to forget, content to take her meds, and only focused on being un-curable. And her 'Wonderland', which probably wasn't so wonderful now, judging from the pictures.
It was too late for Her, but She had harbored a hope that that it could be different for the other children. Hope that they could be saved from a fate similar to her friend, Bree.
Bree was a sad little girl ,who had been at the home when She had arrived. Bree had been nice to everyone, and had happily talked to Her about everything and anything. In return she had told Bree all about herself, something She had never done. Gradually, Bree had slowly begun to distant when she turned 11. Sadly , by the time She noticed, it was to late. Then Bree disappeared.
She hadn't really added it up, until a few months later, when she was getting another pill order. She had seen Bree. Bree was up against the wall, but her expression had been uncaring. Blank. Lifeless. Bree was gone in every way, but a body.
The realization hadn't made a big impact on Her, like it should have. She ,herself had already been over halfway gone , when She saw Bree.
Now She was hanging onto a bent tree branch above a hole, ready to envelope her in oblivion when she fell. She was already ,mostly submerged in the hole, the nothing. Only her eyes , and a single hand grabbing the branch were visible.
Once she fell her mind and soul would depart from her body, leaving body to be used by them. She wasn't trying to hold on, just passively waiting for the tree to bend, the branch to break. The sessions slowly lowered her further in.
Then one day they finally stopped, but for Her it was far to late. The branch was nearly snapped, all that could be seen, were fingers holding onto the branch. The rest was enveloped by the hole. Separated from the world. Lost
…And ride with Mr. Dream Man
Until daylight comes again
And see all the wonders of Wonderland
On the Dream Man's train
Hush! here comes the Dream Man
Hush! here comes the Dream Man
Now you children, run up the stairs
Put on your nighties and say your prayers
And ride with Mr. Dream Man
Until daylight comes again
And see all the wonders of Wonderland
On the Dream Man's train
The song is HUSH! HERE COMES THE DREAM MAN
(Robert Patrick Weston / Fred J. Barnes / Maurice Scott)
Every time the words her and she are capitalized I mean the unnamed protagonist not Alice or Bree. I'm pretty sure She is the leader of the insane children, and defiantly the one girl in the orphanage. The first line and the song are sung by her, if you recognize the dialog. I quoted the Leader of the insane children at the beginning twice. Lovely readers please review. Nice as it is to see views on the traffic graphs a review is even better. It makes someone memorable