M a r i o n e t t e
I am a simple marionette. I smile when expected. I giggle when it is most common. My words are known even before I say them, my every movement liquified and implanted in ice in their eyes before I even make it. Every shudder I recall, every intake of breath was written in history. The book of my life was already filled before I even had the chance to live through it. Though, I don't expect much of one. How could I? All I have to do is sit in this room and do what is expected of me. They expect me to stare at these haunting pale walls and have no thoughts, no doubts, merely fear and knowledge of their sick purpose they made for me. They expect no rebellion, no anarchy in mind and none of my former fiery attitude. I must dimish all of my former self.. before I was brought here..
But sometimes I want to rebel. I want to break away from these horrifying standards. I want to feel the rain on my skin and the wind in my hair. I want to run until I'm out of breath, sing so loudly and so off-key that I'm a disturbance. I want to smile, really smile, I want to laugh and hear the birds and swim and fall and fly and I want so many things! I want to feel dizzy and I want to feel sick, I want to see color. I want to read, I want to write, I want to cook and I want to meet people. I want to go to school, I want to watch movies, I want to be a normal girl! Normal.. hah.. Normal I shall never be. I am naught but a nobody. I am a shadow, a remnant of the one everybody wants: Kairi. I feel jealous of her, but I know it is pitiful and useless to be. She is me. I am her. Yet I detest her.. and how she can be real, how she can feel.
"Naminé.. he is on his way. Be prepared."
Ah, that is my cue to go. For I am the m a r i o n e t t e.