The Rake.

Origin Pt 2

Present Day

"Anna?" Doctor Martin asked. "Anna , can you hear me? We can take a break if that's what you want."

Ever since I first stepped into this place Doctor Martin has always taken good care of me.

Maybe , because he wants to examine his little test subject. Make sure she spills everything. To disect my brain from the outside, try to rearrange it.

"No, no. It's alright. So ,I was sat at my desk" drawing in the sketch book.

15 years ago

As I open the sketch pad, excitement fills my eyes. The joy of seeing a fresh peice of paper.

Pure
Clean
Untouched.

My hands shake as I grab a pencil that sat on top of my lonely desk pencil holder.

I quickly flip over the cover and stare at the blank expression of the paper.

And nothing.
Nothing comes to mind. I don't know what to draw.

To get my creativitiy flowing I began to draw squiggels and lines, meaningless doodles.

Until I thought about the earlier events of today.

Suddenly my hand stops doodling as I sit up straight from my chair.

If only I could tell someone. If only I did.

I tear the page of wasted paper and scrumple it into a ball, before tossing it in the bin.

I stand up from my desk and look into the mirror in the right corner of my dull lit room.
As I look into the mirror ,I wish I looked more grotesque, more like a ruff than a diamond.

I wish my long wavy brown hair , didn't sit on my head. I wish I never had hair. I wish my pale skin would look deadly , deathly , old and leather-like. I wish my cheeks didn't blush , my warm-brown eyes had no emotion. I wish for my eyes to be nothing ,but black. Lonely. Like space.
I wish I was so thin you'd mistake me for a skeleton.

I wish I was one.

Lastly, I wish that my nails could grow , without me chewing on them relentlessly. I wish they could grow to protect me. Save me.

Help identify who did it to me.

I stare at the mirror and invision what I would look like.

I liked it.

I wish I wasn't a girl.

As I sat back into my chair , leaning my good eye on my desk. I began to draw the new me.

Deathly pale skin on a deathly thin body. Wrinkled from lack of fat, leaving the skin to create folds. A large head with no hair, no ears , and a mouth so tiny, it's barely visible.

Big, black ,soulless eyes, that take up half of the creatures face.

Long boney, fingers that connect to even longer , knife-like nails.

After an hour of drawing and shading , I finally put down my pencil and stare at the creature in awe.

Present Day

Sweat dripping down my cold flushed face, I ask,"I'm sorry can we call it a day, Doc? I think I've reached my limit."

"OK. That's OK." He says while smiling.
"Let's meet back next week , and we can pick up, where we left off. How does that sound?"

"That sounds like a plan." I said , refusing to meet his sea green eyes.

"Alright, goodbye for now Anna." He says in a soft voice .

"Goodbye for now , Doctor Martin." I whisper.