Mad Father: The Madness Returns

Cut The Puppet's Stings

I'm sleepy.

I'm tired.

I'm exhausted.

Do I get enough sleep? Is it the pain that keeps me awake at night? Again I lay on the floor. Waiting for the pain to go away and to once again be able to move properly. That won't happen unless I have a chance to at least heal. As often as Master Aya gets bored, there is a slim chance I'll heal. I wonder why she do such things. I over heard Maria tell her this is the same thing her father has done and tried to do to her. That she worked so hard to survive and help only to pick up where he left off.
I heard about "the perfect doll". I believe she not only uses me for entertainment, but also for observation or something. She treats me like a puppet and not an experiment. I hope it stays that way.

I feel like a puppet. I can never move unless made. I'm helplessly lying down until I am forced to move. My mind doesn't even know what happiness is anymore if I am happy enough to be entertainment for a mad woman.
I can't do it. Not anymore, I can't do it.

The hooks hurt. The pulling hurts. The moving hurts! I just can't. I won't. No more.

I curled into a ball and for the first time in a long time, I sobbed. Don't let her touch me. Don't let her control me. I need to get away from her. I'm desperate to get away.

The next day I woke up. I was so tired I slept through the morning. It still wasn't enough. I remember before going to sleep, Master Aya screamed and Maria's footsteps quickly making its way to her. I have no idea what it was about. I wish I was around the other "patients" to discuss this.

"Marlin." I saw Maria again with pity in her eyes. I had enough strength to sit up and I did. My arms shook, but I managed. "It's time again." She opened the cell to get me. "No, I refuse!" I shouted out backing away as much as possible. Maria looked shocked before saying, "Do not resist. Please, Mistress is waiting for you. She needs you more than ever." Her hand reached for me and I smacked it away. Moving was painful, but I fought it. Sighing, she left. I closed my eyes. I did it. I finally have a-

"What?! Why!?" I froze at the sound of Master Aya's voice. It wasn't harsh, but it frightened me. I couldn't really hear most of the conversation.
"-do that?"
"-know."
"Is she -......me?"
"No I-"

I heard footsteps. More than one. She was coming. What have I done? Will she kill me? Torture me? "Have a change of heart!" I heard Maria say and the footsteps haunted. "Change of heart?" Master Aya repeated.

I found myself on a cold metal table. My arms and legs were strapped down. I cried. I didn't want to be like everyone else. I wanted to live! I wanted to look the way I already do! She has already blinded me! No, no, no, I don't like this!

"You've changed." I looked up at her with a mask over her mouth and gloves. "I-I haven't!" I sobbed. "I don't wanna die! I'll go back to do what I am applied to do! Please don't kill me!" I shouted out. Tears poured down my cheeks. I feared death.

"It's too late. Don't worry I won't kill you. I only want to rewire your heart to the way it was." Master Aya said calmly to me and smiled. This made me cry harder. She's going to fail. I'm going to die. You can't rewire a heart.

She picked up a small knife and cut open the collar of my shirt. I shook my head rapidly non-stop. "No! No! No! No!~" I chanted weeping. I didn't want to die. I wasn't ready to die.

I felt something stick my arm and I immediately lost control over my body. I was once again a living puppet. I couldn't move. All I could do was cry.

"It's ok. Once I'm done, you can rest a while and then we cna have some fun, ok?" She gave me another smile and I said nothing for I couldn't get out of this. She positioned the knife on my chest. "NO! NO! NO!" I began to chant again, but she ignored me and commenced cutting me open. I screamed in agony. The pain was unbearable and happening so slowly. My chest was being split open by this woman. I had my eyes closed shut tightly, but I could tell Maria was watching qith those eyes of pity that I hated so much.

The knife was removed, but my screams and cries did not. Why am I not dead yet?! I don't want to feel this pain! "Stay calm!" Aya tries to shout over my screams of pain. I continued to scream. She worked through my sounds though. She put her hands into me and spreaded my skin a bit and I screamed louder. She removed them to grab a tool from a near by table. I felt the metal touch me on the inside. Soon I felt a sharp pinch inside me and I stopped screaming. The pain instantly went away and so did my vision, engulf in darkness. My eyes remained open and my mouth in gasp. "NO!" Aya screamed in anger.

I died.