Hooked into Machine
Soft footsteps fell ever closer to the silver door. A trembling hand reached to the doorknob. The door made no sound as it opened, and the feet walked deep into the abyss of darkness.
A light blinked at the bright green eyes. The figure took a tentative step forward, before faltering and a soft gasp was let out.
Before trembling hands, an immobile body sat in front of the machine. A little girl, with small brown pigtails. A cracked smile. A little, mismatched dress. Wires, poking out of the slim, pale neck and connected to the large metal contraptions. Blue liquid glowed softly, casting eerie shadows on the girl's-doll's-face.
"I am hooked into machine." A little voice carried from the little red lips. A soft giggle. The eyes opened, and the large, glowing, purple orbs stared right though the terrified green of her visitors. "I'm hooked into machine," She repeated.
"Help me?"
The footsteps that had so hesitantly approached her door now stumbled back and ran with startling certainty. The sweet, innocent laugh followed them.
The shadowed figure was almost to the door, when purple eyes glowed in front of them. The little girl smiled. She said, dangling from the ceiling by her wires, "Help me?"
The scream that bubbled in the green-eyed one's mouth never left their lips.
Now, if you go past a tall, silver door, deep into the dark abyss, to the glowing machine, a little girl with green eyes will find you.
"I'm hooked into machine."
"Help me?"
