Puppet
by: -MoonxStar-
The small green-eyed puppet dances as the strings pull at its body. Right, left, up, down, turn, fall.
The tiny arm of the puppet fell. I could see the chips and cracks on the little black haired puppet.
People laugh.
Why do they do this? Cant they see that the puppet is hurt? Don't they care?
No, of course not. As long as the puppet can perform, they don't care what happens to it. As long as the puppet is moving as the strings pull him, they don't care.
What will happen after the show?
They will destroy the puppet, its useless now.
So why can't the puppet cut it self free?
Because without the strings it can not move.
My eyes saddened and watered slightly.
Never to be free. Always trapped. Trapped in the fate of a puppet.
-MoonxStar- Hey guys!!! Long time no see!!! Sorry that I didn't update in sooooo long on anything, but i'll try my best with this fic ^^ Oh and i'd like to thank my friend Anu for giving me this idea (the chapters idea) Thank you for reading!
