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Inside this old, wooden room, I gaze up at the window where the moonlight shines through, giving me hope and comfort in an alluringly cruel way. Staring at the dust particles floating about within the white beam helps me in passing the dreadful time.
I don't know how long it has been since I have been captured. I did try to scamper around the room for any means of escape to no avail although I can see some cracks on one part of the wall, looking fragile, which I suppose can break with one hit of a heavy, solid object. But there is none of that here. Even there is, I don't think that I'll be able to handle it with my strength.
Feeling the fatigue run over my mind and body, I curl down the dusty rug and shut my eyes. I welcome the darkness in an attempt to get rid of this familiar trapped feeling and anxiety of my doom that is swallowing me whole. But memories of my time in the mansion, where I'm last caged in with others, flash in my mind instead. I remember all the agonizing screams of the others as they are tortured and turned into stationary dolls.
As I'm about to lose my sanity back there, a girl in a yellow raincoat has appeared and helped me to my freedom, only for her to meet her end. Just like the rest of them. It's as if they are meant for nothing else but death.
I don't want to meet the same fate as them. Desperately.
More images flood in, ones that are unknown to me. In those, I'm either being chased or trying to unlock doors away from my pursuers. Some of these scenes are a blur whilst the rest I can slightly make sense of. I have no recollection that these have happened to me, so it is for certain that these are not my past memories. What are they then?
My eyes fly open from the horrifying scenarios. Across me, there is a box, which has a lever and a few drawings of 'eyes'. I crawl towards it and have my hands wander on its surface; scrutinizing as I do so, feeling myself become drawn to it for reasons that I cannot fathom.
Out of curiosity, I begin rotating the lever. I almost jump when it sets off a continuous tune that is soothing and - alarmingly - relaxing. Although there is a possibility that if my captor hears this, he will suddenly come and bring me my doom, I continue to drown myself in this lullaby, forgetting at this moment all the horrors that I've encountered.
This false, sweet illusion falters at the loud breaking noises, causing me to toss away the music box and slither under the table.
I remain in the shadows as the opposite wall tears apart into a hole. A boy waltzes in while dragging along a hammer, which he lets go upon meeting my gaze. Or so I think since there is a paper bag over his head with two holes for his eyes, which I can hardly see.
He wears a long worn-down coat that flaps about below his hips as he makes his way towards my spot, his steps slowing down the closer he gets. Then he kneels down and calls out to me as he offers his hand.
Odd enough, I can tell that there is no animosity beneath his hidden face. Rather, his hand looks inviting, the air of friendliness and trust around him urging me to accept it. I crawl out of the shadows, my arm cautiously extending towards him until something hits me.
I rush on my feet, shoving him away as I dash to the hole. I carry my dainty legs to the stairs while he catches up behind me.
I have decided to survive by myself. With all that I've been through, it's best if I'm alone in this abominable world where there are dangers lurking in every corner.
Every man for himself...
And so, I push on until I arrive at the attic door. Then I hop up to grab the handle, yanking it down with all my might to no avail.
... or not.
I turn to the boy with the paper bag and bend my knees, crying out to him and telling him that I'm going to mount him up. Perhaps I do need someone else to tread on this neverending nightmare. Until he becomes a dead weight to me, I will have to go along with him. Use him for my survival.
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