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Unknown...Despair...A lost.
Search 2 | Insanity
"I'm so disappointed!"
"Again?!"
"How many times has it been?!"
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
It bounced off the walls.
Words.
Feelings.
Her glasses as they were knocked off her face.
The sounds of the slamming of doors.
Weeping.
Anguished weeping.
Just like an animal.
Caged. Whipped. Captured.
Just slightly less than killed.
With shakey hands, she picked, up her glasses and placed it on the bridge of her nose. She sprawled on the bed, looking directly into the light.
It couldn't hurt more than this.
People said that she was smart, she could do it.
Why didn't it come?
It was simple, but they never saw it.
She was stupid. But no one else seemed to know that. Or understand that.
She did.
She always did.
They never saw.
They only saw the things she did wrong.
This is so cliche. She smirked, clenching a fist.It's so cliche it's sickening.
She winced as the wind blew past her cheek. The sting.
It hurt.
And so did everything else.
How many times had it been - ? It was...four, wasn't it?
Four... The sound escaped her lips.
The tap of feet caused her to raise her head. The door was flung open again.
"GET TO WORK and stop lying there! You dare?"
The mattress was kicked.
She got up, sitting, and looked down.
And waited until she heard distancing footsteps.
And swept the pile off the table.
.crash.
.slam.
"So you're angry?! Do you have anything to say?"
"It dropped off the table. I'm picking it up."
"Say that again?!"
She didn't see that there was anything to say.
They were strange. They always never wanted you to say it again. But they would
"SAY IT AGAIN!"
pester you until you said it.
"It dropped off. I'm picking it up."
Another skid.
And more slamming.
deja vu.
She picked the papers off the floor.
.I want to be loved.
.I guess this is love...thank you.
She turned the knob and depressed the button, locking it.
And sat down.
And wept.
Why do you hit me?
Why do you blame me?
I try.
I try.
Her legs were folded up and tucked neatly between the loop her arms formed.
Do I have to cry in front of you?
There was banging at the door. She didn't hear.
.I guess this is love...thank you.
Who's driving who insane?
Who is the one in chains?
She buried her face in her hands.
Why won't you answer me?
.I guess this is love...thank you.
And it went on.
It went on.
Over and over.
Days.
Months.
Years.
She had grown older. And wilder.
Pounding against walls.
Helpless, fading scrabbles.
Yet sometimes, sometimes she would sit.
There.
And look.
And stare.
And tears.
Would fall.
With grief.
Sorrow.
"Inability.
She can't talk. Sometimes she doesn't even make noise, and she was"
Left.
"Case of abuse sir...Well, not exactly actually. She just became..."
Alone.
"Her parents?"
Away.
"...they put her here..."
In a small, white room.
"The animal has been caged.
And the trainer has won."
And the nurse and doctor left the room, leaving her dizzy from the injection.
.I guess this is love...thank you.
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