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I can’t leave anymore.
This
stupid
bastard moved me again and now I’m trapped again, trapped like how He kept me tucked away for so long that I lost my energy and felt sick and tired and lost and I feel like that now, I feel so tired, I am so tired, tired. Tired down to my bones, beyond my bones, bones worn thin, bones worn down with pleas and emptiness and time, I just want Him back, I am lost now, lost. Lost lost lost.
Lost and tired and I can barely see outside now, see him writing away at a desk, scribbling at his book, what is he writing? I am not his experiment, I am His, and he should not have me anymore, I want to go back, please, I want Him back...
He has put a bottle of wine outside now, I can see it through the foggy silver window, it looks prissy and expensive and like something He would like, so I call out to Him to tell him that it’s here. He doesn’t respond. He never responds, because He’s ignoring me, and it’s really starting to piss me off, I need Him, without Him I feel like I’m losing my mind, or maybe I’ve already lost it and that’s why He never lets me out anymore and never talks to me and why I can’t feel Him in here anymore….
He stands up suddenly, and covers my window with a ratty sheet. It’s so
awful
when he does this to me, since this room has no exits and all I can see is outside of it. I know that when I was with Him, there were exits and I could go and see whatever I wanted, but now I am limited to this small room. I don’t like it in here, it’s cold and dirty and dark and small and I want out I want out I want out I want outIwantoutIwantoutletmeoutletmeoutLETMEOUT-
The sheet is pulled away dramatically and-
… is that Him?
No, it isn’t, I may not remember what He looked like but I know he looked more like me than this. No, this new person…. I don’t like him.
He is tall, and dark, and his face infuriates me. It feels familiar, but it’s not a good familiar. It makes me feel so much worse than I already do. I’m always so tired and weak and confused after I move and the new person makes me feel even more tired and weak and confused.
He’s saying something to the first man- I can’t even hear them, even watching them this closely is draining- and the first man looks angry and is about to yell back, but then the new person says something that makes him scared.
And now he’s nodding, and-
They covered me up again.
Well, I guess I’ll just have to see how long that la-
Nonononononononononononononono im slipping im falling i need to hold on hold on hold on dont make me die please ill be good put me down put me down put me DOWN PLEASE YOULL KILL ME NO-