perfect memories [closed. river]
Mar 1, 2015 20:00:50 GMT -5
Post by BLUBBLES THE MONSTER on Mar 1, 2015 20:00:50 GMT -5
It was another day. Long and boring, but it was better that being out in the cold by yourself aimlessly wandering to a future you didn't have. I had finally gotten comfortable in the prison. I wasn't locked in like a caged animal, they didn't bother me too often. The only one who really saw me on a regular basis was Motley because she had been the one healing me. The healing process had gone slower than planned, I had tore open a few cuts twice in only a few week span and a few also got reinfected. It was the pesky ones on my stomach. Everytime I got up if I wasn't careful my skin pulled oddly and painfully. Eventually it started to heal and become strong and durable scars. My face also was taking slightly longer to heal, but I didn't mind that. It rarely bothered me. What bothered me the most was how lonely this place was. I was isolated without any form of friendship. Well, there was Keller...I was still mad at him though!
I let a low growl of distaste leave my throat as I thought about the male, he just ruffled me the wrong way sometimes. He had good intentions though an maybe he could be useful later. I shook my head with a dry aggressive snort. My black coat curled at the edges and I sat up in the cell I was in. I let out a long whine, just a bored frustrated one. I remembered when I had been so happy and everything had been perfect. I had all my children, when I had Kindle and Flint, Dominic, Tybalt, little Imogen. Than I left. Than for a brief moment, there was Roman, Grimace and Jigsaw. I had lost them too. It seemed I wasn't supposed to be a happy soul. I was left to suffer in tragedy and not be able to gain anything precious.
My eyes turned down to my feet, a blurred mess. The blackness faded slightly into the ground so I couldn't tell where my feet ended and my floor began. I sighed turning my head as I looked around the cell. It wasn't anything special. I called it home for now. I was be kicked from the place soon though once my injuries had fully healed up. That would likely be shortly an than I would have to be on my way. Atticus would never keep me, he was supposed to be a helper, but he was far from it. He only seemed to help when it was beneficial to him, when it made him look good. He offered a little, but would only offer what he thought fit. He was stuck in the past, what had happened was a long time ago. That was then and this is now. He obviously hadn't grown over the times.
My ears perked though, "Who's there?" I asked curiously.