After my little chat with Maria, I started to grow a fondess for her. When Father would awaken me or close my eyes he would never kiss my cheek but instead of my usual smile he would make me look drowsy and make Maria move to the wall next to me, out of my field of view. I knew what he was trying to do. He must think that Maria's stern eyes make me sad, so he moved Maria into a position that looks like she is my maid, and to be honest, I absolutely despise it. We still discuss the plan and Maria told me how with certain waves we can summon my mother and Dio.
"Sorry sweetheart but I tried that before. And if you couldn't tell about know I am a doll." I thought to myself forgetting that I don't have thoughts only thinking communication.
"Haha mistress remember I can hear every single thing you think about. You have no privacy now." Maria said and giggled a tiny bit.
I sent the waves a frown, "Maria. I sometimes I wish you weren't around and that father didn't take you in or in extreme cases experimented on you."
Maria soon responded after she gave a while's thought, "Well, 1) If I weren't around you would have no-one to talk to and 2) I you couldn't tell I was experimented on." I knew that every thing we said sounded like we're bored but the truth is I could her her matter-of-fact tone.
"Maria... I suppose you're correct but you weren't the one that was brought into life from father." I stated I wish I could cry because through all I went through I felt like a could cry a water fall with a pond beneath it.
"Alas, milady I was brought to life by Alfred. Without him I would probably be digging through a trashcan!" Maria responded.
"Well, personally I would rather be like a raccoon rather than a motionless, lifeless, sad doll that sits on a throne!" I shouted.
Maria quieted down and I felt a strong and somewhat painful feeling when I thought about Alfred. I knew better than to think about it so I ignored it but I'm pretty sure I felt this feeling towards Maria a couple of times.
"Milady, the what you are feeling is hatred and anger. I felt it a lot when I was in the basement being created. And, sorry to say, but it went towards your father. I used to love him but know I despise him!" She exclaimed.
"Maria I do too." A light voice said. It sounded familiar but distant. I oh-so wish my eyes weren't shut so I could see who was in the room. Then a pair of cool, not cold, hand open my eyes. I almost fainted with happiness when I saw who these pairs of delicate hands belonged to.
Who do you think it is?
Second Chapter- Hands can be Magical
