The child, yes, a mere child, sleeps soundly in her soft bed. Her fragile hands gripping the blankets twisted around her fidgeting body. Her eyes race under her eyelids, her young heart pounding rapidly against her chest. So very young, I doubt she’s had more than sixteen years of this tainted world. Harsh breaths escape from her parted lips and her brow furrows. Even as she fends off her nightmares, her beauty is breathtaking. Perhaps they don’t see it, but that’s their loss. They’ll only love her by her waist and bust line, judge her beauty by her face – not her eyes, no, those morons will never accept her. They only accept Barbie’s and Ken’s. They’re all fakes. I don’t want her mixing in with them anyway. That doesn’t matter though. She doesn’t need them. She’ll have me. Should I be here? Probably not, but it’s the only time I get to see her. Sitting here, next to her – protecting her as she slumbers – some might consider it a crime. She stirs in her sleep, gritting her teeth at the foul creatures lurking at the dark corners of her mind. She wakes up in silence. I watch quietly as she sits up, her long, beautiful hair falling around her slumped shoulders. Even after all this time, it still makes me sad when she stares right through me. She can’t see me. Not yet. Her eyes are empty, she’s so hollow inside. I understand. I am too. We’re both lonely, but she’s the only one of us without hope. I hear her whispered wishes and hushed prayers. I’m there when she curls up in the dark, wishing for something – anything. She thinks about me all the time, I’m always lurking in her mind – no, lurking makes me sound unpleasant – but I’m always with her… Every bone in her body aches for me. She just doesn’t know it’s me yet. I wish I could go to her now, comfort her and tell her how much I love her. But I can’t, not yet. She doesn’t believe I exist anymore, she thinks I’m some fairy tale prince that won’t save her. She’s still holding on, she’s still waiting for me… She doesn’t want to die, she’s holding out for her well-deserved happy ending. She thinks of herself all alone in the world, that no one notices her – that she’s invisible. It’s only a few days away until I can prove her wrong. I won’t remember who she is then, she’ll just be another stranger to me. Sure, we’ll have our fights, but I won’t leave her. Not unless she wants me to. I will love her with all my soul, I will offer her my heart on a silver platter, I will take away her pain, I will make her happy. No. I won’t rest until the life is brought back to her eyes.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Jul 2013 09:54:05 +0000
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