Kay, I'm not sure what really made me think of writing this. I guess CSI...? Well Comments/Critissism Welcome!
"They say the girl's been here since TOD, anyone talked to her? Can we move her?" The big man said to the one with no hair. No hair shook his small head.
His glasses reflected Mimi hanging in the hall. "Well? Get on it? How old is she? Parents, anyone?" The big man said. His voice was scary. It felt sharp in my ears. After hours of silence, anything would. My hair is in my eyes, but I can't move. My hands are frozen. Wrapped around each other. Cold and weak, thats how I feel. I feel like Mimi, dead. I feel as if it's my blood there, staining the floor. Red. Like my hands. Sticky, stuck together. The red is drying. Turing a yucky shade of brown. It all smells bad. A lady with a teddy is sitting next to me. Talking at me. Her words sting, but thats the closest to feeling I can do.
I need to talk to her she says. She says I can talk to "Berry The Bear". He wont tell anyone what I say will he? But, I can't, she will hear. The lady smiles at me.
Her teeth are white. Bright white, it hurts my eyes. I clench them shut, it hurts more. Warm water runs over my cheeks. Her hand moves to my back, she slowly rubs, back and fourth, back and fourth. Like a clock. Tick tock, tick tock. She smiles again. More bleached white teeth just waiting to hurt me more. Then she leaves. Men are running around, one is cutting the rope. The one Mimi is swinging from. She's like a clock too. Just a big one. She is swinging back and fourth as his knife runs across the rope. He looks at my shell, at me. He looks deep into my eyes. He looks like he can see me, the one that is running farther away from this place. My shell, it will keep me safe. But thats all he can see. Never, ever, can anyone see me. I shut my eyes. Tighter than ever before. Trying to stop his search for me. He frowns, he wants to help. But he only wants to help Mimi. She needs help.
"Why is she still here?" The big man asks the bright toothed lady. She glances over here. At my shell.
"What did you want me to do? Pick her up and carry her out? I've been trying for three hours. Anyway my shift ended an hour ago." She whined
"Leave then. Lucie, when a 9 year old sees this kind of thing what do you think goes on in there?" He says touching his big forehead. She shakes her head and moves her shoulders up and down. "Lucie, leave your name tag and work ID when you leave please." She looks angry. She's making her black shoes bang against the floor. Hard. It hurts my ears, it feels like she's stomping on my brain. It hurts! I feel like screaming. But I'm too far inside. My screams just echo in my head. Loud and clear my scream rings. It rings and rings. It makes me want to cry, but that stays inside too.