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In The Windmills Of Her Mind
Chapter Four
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own, down a hollow to a cavern, where the sun has never shone…
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Mindlessly the minutes ticked past as Mary sat beside the girls' bed, her eyes stared ahead emptily, as though there was nothing within her mind. Each second lead to a minute, and each minute lead to an hour, which eventually lead to a day. Day after day passed where nothing happened, where she didn't move, where she just breathed in and out, her eyes blinking but not moving, and her face frozen.
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She was alone again. That was all she knew. She was alone and he was gone. She shivered on the floor as she looked around at the darkened bricks which marked the wall, her fingers ran down them mindlessly scratching away her skin. She touched the walls and shuddered uncontrollably
'Doctor' she whimpered as she shook. She ran her fingers over her own clothes which stuck to her, the wetness of her blood marked her clothes and forced them to stick to her skin. They were too tight – they clung to her and smothered her, so she ripped them off. Soon the bloodied clothes lay on the floor – she sat in the centre shivering in her underwear as she slowly bleed from her face…from her body…from her soul.
'Doctor' she screamed as the door slowly opened, she couldn't bear to look around – she knew what was coming, she knew what would happen. Instead she froze and closed her eyes – maybe if she was still enough they wouldn't see her there. The ice cold hand on her shoulder told her that she was wrong. She felt the hand wrap around her throat
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The clock chimed as she felt a single tear roll down her face, she knew exactly how long she'd been here for and it was killing her. The fingers closed around her throat as she closed her eyes and pictured the one man who could help her…the one man she could help…the one thing that they each needed so badly – each other. She hoped he wasn't hurting as much as she was – that he would live, that he would run in and sweep her into his arms promising everything would be okay. She hoped he was alive. Only she didn't know of the room next door – the room with the secret window that lead to her, the room which confinded a man who screamed endlessly as he watched torture after torture, the man who was slowly falling apart. She didn't know of the room which held her only hope – so she slowly wept as she felt the needle slide into her neck. She knew what would come, the lights, the colours, the pains and the noises. She knew what she would fall into, how her muscles would spasm, how her head would rock as her brain shook, how her fingers wound clench until she bled. She knew how she would scream and cry as it tore through her – but she also knew the relief that followed, the silence of the darkness as she slowly shook. She knew the peace that would come after the pain, and so she waited.
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Mary watched as the old grandfather clock chimed midday, it was nearly time for the girls' next feed. She looked down over the girl and shook her head, she'd shown no signs of improvement, no signs of life, no signs of existence. But what her body had shown them scared her – it showed torture. Of every kind – chemical, physical, and mental, it showed starvation and pain, it showed wetness and coldness, heat and fire, it showed everything thing that could possibly be imagined by the sickest mind – yet she was still alive. Mary shook her head and watched the clock.
One
Mary stood as the clock began to chime out the tweleve cries for the twelve hours that had slowly ticked past
Two
She moved over to the table which rested beside the door, its light metal shinning in the clinical lights
Three
She picked up the sachet of nutrients and water, her hand shaking as she prepared them into a solution of water
Four
She turned back to the mindless body that lay in the bed as she felt her heart break for the poor girl who knew nothing of what was happening to her
Five
She began to slowly wheel the table over towards where she lay, the wheels screaming out in protest as it moved
Six
She removed one drip and began to attach another – full of pain medication and medicines that they hoped would fix her…save her
Seven
Blood began to trickle from the vein and up into the drip, the clear solution began to cloud with redness
Eight
The purity of the solution was slowly fading away in a mess of crimson which floated slowly through the liquid tainting it
Nine
Mary had her back to the drip, she couldn't see the colour as is slowly turned – nor could she see the blood shot eyes that stared at her back
Ten
Mary turned back around to the pale face which stared at her; blood began to drip down the girls face, leaking from her wounds
Eleven
Mary saw the sheets began to turn red as all her wounds wept and her drip was darkened with blood.
Twelve
The last strike of the clock rang out. It was followed by a deadly scream.