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All the pretty little horses
Oct. 14th, 2013 08:21 pmJess unlocked the door to the room Bar had given her a key to and let the door swing open.
The room was nice she supposed. Wood floors gave way to a ball pit and a giant beanbag held in a frame for a bed. Bright wooden colors dominated with curves and organic shapes everywhere.
Daddy needs to take a blood sample. We just need to keep an eye on you, Sweety.
She knew should appreciate it, it really was a nice room, but she just didn't have it in her.
Being suddenly thrust into childhood memories she'd been avoiding for decades now had been exhausting and she was ready for sleep; or thought she was.
She stepped forward and closed the door behind her, lowered the dimmer switch of the lights to ease herself into sleep and leapt over the ball pit to land lightly on the bed...except her muscle memory is non-existent and she overshoots, bouncing off the wall and landing hard on the bed.
Jessica, this is very important. You just need to...
She lays there, fighting the urge to cry for a moment or two before giving up, cause really, who's around to see?
Run, Baby! Run and hide!
Minutes, or maybe hours later and the tears seem to have stopped. It's like Big but backwards, she thinks, or some crappy after school special.
She remembers her dolls then and almost smiles, wondering whatever happened to them. Giving up on sleep she sits up and eyes the ball pit. "You know what? Fuck you, Dad. I'm going for Tom Hanks," she says before jumping high to land in the pit.
She still wishes Carol where here so she could get a hug but then Carol would never let her live this down.
Jonathan, look! I told you she'd...
Don't touch her!
The room was nice she supposed. Wood floors gave way to a ball pit and a giant beanbag held in a frame for a bed. Bright wooden colors dominated with curves and organic shapes everywhere.
Daddy needs to take a blood sample. We just need to keep an eye on you, Sweety.
She knew should appreciate it, it really was a nice room, but she just didn't have it in her.
I don't feel so good, Bova.
Being suddenly thrust into childhood memories she'd been avoiding for decades now had been exhausting and she was ready for sleep; or thought she was.
Jessica? Daddy needs to give you another shot.
She stepped forward and closed the door behind her, lowered the dimmer switch of the lights to ease herself into sleep and leapt over the ball pit to land lightly on the bed...except her muscle memory is non-existent and she overshoots, bouncing off the wall and landing hard on the bed.
Jessica, this is very important. You just need to...
Get away from her, you bastard!
She's the key, Miriam! The key to everything! Her DNA isn't normal. She changed before she was born! Don't you see?!?!
She's the answer!!
She's the answer!!
Run, Baby! Run and hide!
Jessica, your Mother is lying...
Damnit, Jonathan! You leave her alone! You...
This is my Life! The Key to my Life!
First you ruin her!!
First you ruin her!!
--grkk-- Please --grkk--
And now you try to ruin my chance...!!
No! Daddy, No! Daddy!!
She remembers her dolls then and almost smiles, wondering whatever happened to them. Giving up on sleep she sits up and eyes the ball pit. "You know what? Fuck you, Dad. I'm going for Tom Hanks," she says before jumping high to land in the pit.
She still wishes Carol where here so she could get a hug but then Carol would never let her live this down.
You are my greatest achievement.
