hope{f}..............bennet{m}
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The light hurt my head.
That was the first thing I noticed. The next thing I noticed, was the room. No windows, no doors. The walls, ceiling, and the floor were all cement. There was a single light at the top of the room. It smelled of oil paint. I was in a bed, that was lumpy and hard. There was a nightstand next to the bed, with a tray containing a teacup and a teapot. The contents of the teapot was steaming. There was a rocking chair in the other corner of the room, with a book sitting on the seat of it. There was a grate on the bottom of one of the walls. I watched it, wondering how I got here. Then I saw him.
I jumped, a scream clogging my throat. He gripped the bars of the grate, watching me. His face was completely wiped of emotion. "Abbie. Read me a story. You know I can't go to sleep without a story." Him. He took me here. I felt my face wrench into a grimace. "No." I said, my voice hard. Unwavering. "Come on, Ab-" "I'M NOT ABBIE!" I screamed, lunging for the grate, my fingernails scratching the iron bars. He took a step back, still watching me. "I reccomend the tea, Abbie. It's delicious." His voice was even and cool. For a few seconds he lingered there, watching, before he left, his footsteps echoing across the corridors.
The tea? What tea? I turned around, and simultaneously remembered the teapot on the nightstand. I crawled over to the nightstand, the floor cold on my knees. My fingers fumbled as they grasped the handle of the pot, and I poured the hot liquid into the ceramic cup. The tea was an iridescent russet brown, which smelled of thyme and lavendar. I raised the cup to my mouth, and took a sip. Immediately my senses dulled, and black spots appeared in my vision. I tried to crawl onto the bed, but already my motorskills had failed. After that, everything was black.
I woke up in the rocking chair, the book in my lap. It was titled,
The Troll's Daughter. I tried to get up, but ropes secured me to the chair. I ran my fingers through my hair, and instantly knew something was wrong. It was too short. I pulled it out in front of my face so I could see it, and gasped. Blonde. He had cut and dyed my hair
blonde. I turned my head to face the grate, to see him watching. "What did you do to me?!" I demanded, sobs escapig my throat. "Read me a story Abbie. You know I can't fall asleep without one." I glared at him, tears welling up in my eyes. "Okay, fine." I muttered, opening the children's book. "Once upon a time, a troll lived in the kingdom. All of the townspeople feared him, but one day, his wife gave birth to a beautiful girl. She loved her family very much, but she did not understand why the townspeople feared them. One day she asked, "Dear father, why-" "No." He interuped, shaking his head. "No, no, Abbie- you have to do the voices." His voice was no longer composed, but showing hints of frustration and anger. "Okay!" I exclaimed, laying my head in the book. "I'll be whoever you want, I'll be Abbie!" Hot sticky tears streamed down my face, making my vision falter. There was a moment of silence, and the only thing I could hear was my occasional sniffle. "Abbie, why are you crying?" He asked, his voice brimming with sympathy.
Play along. I let a smile cross my face. "I don't know what came over me, I'm sorry." I apologized in a soft voice, smoothing my dress. "Finish the story!" He encouraged, a smile spreading across his face.
"And the villagers cried,
Hooray!, and they
all lived happily. Ever. After." He smiled at me, and opened the grate. The hinges were old, and squeaked when they opened. He struggled to get in, but eventually pulled himself up. He walked over to the nightstand, and poured two cups of tea. He walked over, holding the tray out to me. "I miss you." He said, his voice hardly a whisper. Not knowing what he meant, I decided to play along. "Me too." He smiled at my reply, and gestured towards the tray. "Drink." He encouraged, watching as I grabbed a cup. "Is this the last time?" I asked. He nodded. I put it to my lips, and took a sip. This time there was no immediate drowsiness. "All of it." I looked up at him, following his instructions. I drank until it was all gone, and he grabbed my hand. "C'mon, now." He said, leading me out of the cramped room through the grate. Everything was suzzy- I mean, fuzzy. Not that it mattered anyways. My legs went limp, amp, I... I mean...... and he had to... carry. Me. We were in a room.... window- it, it had.... one. A... window, I mean. "Where... a... are we... goin'?" His face... so pretty. "We're going to forever, Abbie." He put me on table. No, on
a table. Lots of girls look like me on other tables. They all sleeping. They all short blonde hair. There needles in them. Sleepy... sleepy like them...
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I'm on a roll tonight. 8D My second story. Hope ya'll enjoy!<3
