THE SCAR THAT NEVER BLED

CIGARETTE, DAYDREAM

I was curled up on the mattress. I wanted to rip off my mouth and pull it apart, i just wanted to shed out of my soul and watch my skeletons turn to dust.

I wanted to sob and weep but I couldn't even shed a tear.my hands were trembling with anguish and my eyes held to much misery. I felt numb and trapped, like a butterfly before it escapes out of it's cocoon.

Suddenly. I heard a creak of the storm door. I didn't even bother to lift my head up to face the monster that lead that the frame

"I know your not sleepingg" that piercing
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harp voice cut the air as he spoke

I sat up, one knee to my chest and the other lied down. He was holding a tray of something

"What is that?" I asked him,gravelly

"What's your name?" He asked me

"Why do you care?" I replied

"I usually don't, it's just.. nothing going right"

"You could let me go"

The grabber took a long pause and a deep breath "I'm thinking about it"

My eyes widened and I lift up from my slounging posture

"Please, you could drop me off on the street, I don't mention this to anyone"

"Well you gotta tell me your name first"

My eyes fell back to their bleak

"What are you gonna do if I don't tell you the truth?"

"N-nothing"

I took a deep breath before answering "Marilyn, Marilyn Hopper" I answered under my breath staring at the ground

Suddenly a lighter gets scattered across the floor and stood in-between my feet. I took the lighter within my hand, confuzzled

"What is this?" I said to the grabber staring back up at him waving the lighter around

The grabber didn't speak and instead just threw a pack of cigarettes . Which landed on the mattress not far from me

"Cigarettes?"

The grabber got quiet and took a breath. Before leaving

When he left I took a look back at the cigarettes.i reached over and grabbed it,it was full.

What was this?

Was this a part of the grabbers plan or something. So many unanswered questions. But I was under a lot of stress