TMBT II: UNBREAK ME

Chapter Zero of Too Many Broken Things II: UNBREAK ME

Actually, this is a PROLOGUE, but because many people may skip this, thinking its not important, I decided that I name it this way. That being said,

Skip This Page At Your Own Risk.

It's not even a threat, it's a warning, lol.

~ TEN YEARS AGO~

Something about cutting off a head from its body fascinated Dabeluchi Orji.

It was an obsession, really.

And astounding as it may sound, even at the age of seven, she was well acquainted with the concept of Obsession. Or dark, crawling Addictions. How it seemed some people were just fighting, wrestling the wicked demons that had them cuffed and bound in chains and whips. They were like puppets, tangled around the strings of these fiendish creatures', wrapped around their creeping fingers as they they screamed for release. Freedom. Shrieking at the top of their lungs for a savior.

Anyone to take them out of their 'torture rooms'.

"Mummy..."

For some, these torture rooms - or chains, cuffs, and puppet strings - took the form of drugs, alcohol, and countless. For Dabeluchi, it was the urge to feel in control of something. Anything. Even a person's Life. Like she was a god in her own little might, holding the reins of fates and destinies and lives. An Alpha who could even write the stories and events of any life to suit her own narrative, to tally with the point of view only she wanted.

Even if it meant to blur the lines of illusion and Reality.

And, the only thing that gave her that control were her play toys. The barbie dolls in her trembling hands who never fought back when she snatched their heads off their bodies. Those lifeless things that shook in her tiny seven year old fingers, wearing an unsettling representation of false happiness and sprouting with their glowing blue eyes and unnervingly fixed plastic smiles, even as she ripped them apart. Accepting their fates with pure submission and an eerie smile on their faces.

In many way, she was a lot like these toys in her hands - lifeless and submissive. Dead inside. Everything Numb.

"Mummy..."

Especially, tonight.

Something felt wrong tonight. Very wrong. But, she could not seem to pin her finger on it. On what seemed out of the ordinary tonight. She sat there in the children's bedroom, brainstorming, trying to block out the screams that filled the entire house.

Those screams that sounded like it came from Hell, shrieking, screeching, wheezing howls, that reverberated all around the Mansion from the store room that her father never let any of them go inside. Dabeluchi tried. Tried to block out the 'distraction' in order to figure out what was off about tonight.

So, for the hundredth time, she sought questions from who she knew always seemed to have answers.

"Mummy..."

Mrs Orji preferred to sit outside the house, that night. Maybe the noise inside gave her a headache. Or at least, that was what Dabeluchi thought. For a moment, she had gotten distracted herself, wondering if it was not better to join her mother to sit there on the porch, instead. She would grab a stool, just like the one her Mum sat on, and maybe, if she stared as hard enough into space as her Mum was doing, she would see what her Mum seemed to be moping at too.