Song of Inspiration: Cut by Plumb
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I woke up screaming. Bound to these strange, thick, black wires, it felt like i was suffocating and there was no way out. It was even worse when I reached out and felt the small size of the glass container I was encased in.
Claustrophobia embraced me in a tight vice-like grasp and I could do nothing but panic. Then, just as quickly, I was free.
“Hold her up, damn it. I can’t have this one dying on me, he’ll kill us all.” The cruel female voice filled my ears and made me panic as I tried to breathe evenly, feeling the wires quickly being pulled off of my body.
Someone held my face in their hands and I found myself staring into orbs of bright sapphire, “Breathe. We can’t help you if you don’t try to get through this on your own.”
His voice was warm and gentle, and my mind sensed that he could be trusted.I nodded and he smiled, a small movement of the lips as he pulled the last of the wires from my body.
I thought it would be painful, but I felt nothing at all, just heard the soft click of the wires being pulled free. Once the wires were gone, I was pulled out of the darkness into a brightly lit hallway and into another room.
The room was blindingly white and smelled sterile, like a hospital, but I was laid on the bed as they wrapped bandages around my arms. I stared at the red-haired, blue-eyed boy who spoke to me earlier.
His presence was slightly comforting, but I still felt that edge of panic waiting to come out. As if sensing my unease, he looked at me and smiled.
“Don’t worry. You’ll be safe here.”
It’s sad how easily I believed that lie.
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She felt the Mistress’s eyes on her as she took her seat near the window once more, the sun glowing brightly after having just pulled itself free from the horizon, but she made no move to pay any of her attention to the lady who had absolutely ruined whatever chances she had left at a normal life.
“Dear, are you hungry?” A small movement of the head and she knew the Mistress would be irritated.
She rarely ate and denying the fact that she was starving always angered the Mistress. But the girl could not change the fact that she did not trust a single soul in this place anymore.
She couldn’t afford to trust any one of them.
“You haven’t eaten in a week, you need your strength.” Her tone became cruel and harsh, but the girl was oblivious to it.
She was so used to the cold shoulder the Mistress often gave her she no longer cared.
She shook her head again and heard an irritated sigh. “Fine. Starve to death. He can come and clean up your remains when you’re dead.”
The door slammed and she knew she was left alone again.It was comforting, but it left her feeling lonely and hopeless; she was going to be stuck here for the rest of her life.
Or so she thought.
~f.o.u.r/e.n.d~
