Marionette

Chapter 1;Introduction

My eyes slowly opened, it was 1953. I saw people, lots of them. But everything was a blur colors. Infront of me were gold bars and i saw feet walk infront of me, the audience were now whispering and staring; the only noises were the tapping of feet against the floor and quiet muffled voices. My vision slowly came back to me. I looked at myself inside the bars, my face was painted white with red lines coming down from my eyes, my terrified, blue eyes and down to my quivering lips which were covered in tape, then red paint in the shapes of circles at my cheeks. My black hair was dangling beneath my shoulders in nots.

I couldnt understand what was happening. "Going once! Going twice! Ahh..1,000! Does anyone else have a higher bid?" the man called on stage. All i saw was his waist and down, nothing more, nothing less. Everyone looked in their wallets blankly. "Yes, the man in the red shirt! She goes to you!" the next thing i knew he picked up the cage with his bare hands and left it at the edge of the stage for the man to take. I shifted side to side. "Come here, don't be afraid, my Marionette.." he said it in a dangerously low and sketchy tone.

I blacked out from that point on.

I opened my eyes to find myself in a dark isolated room. All i could see was my sillohoute in the moon light which crept in from a small window. Everything was silent. Too silent. Suddenly a bright light shone through a door. I shut my eyes, hoping he would just leave me alone. He tapped me on the forehead. He had a red mask on. It was like a drama mask that people would use in plays. The mouth frowned and the eyes sagged, it mirrored almost exactly what i felt but I believed I felt far worse. "Oh, Marionette its time to play! I have a special gift just for you." I froze in terror.

He threw a smallish box at me with a blue ribbon at the top. I tore the small ribbon off and lifted up the box. It was a cotton dress in a shade of light blue with a laced neck and bow, the bow to put in your hair. "Suprise! Now, my little string doll, my marionette, we will have to get up early for the show tomorrow!" his voice was slightly high pitched while saying it, then all the sudden got deeper and deeper "and my little marionette, if things dont go the way as planned.." his voice trailed off "we'll have to make some arrangements for death and find a new puppet! But, you wont..let me down, now would you, marionette?" i shook my head furiously. "Good!" i could see his lips curl into a wicked smile through the mask "Now, get some sleep! Chop chop..."he motioned his hands slicing his throat as if to say.. you know what i mean. Dont. Screw it. Up.

I couldnt go to sleep. My family..my brother, my...i burst into tears. I couldn't stand the thought of it. I screeched "Mama!"i couldnt stop sobbing, the tears just kept flowing. "Papa!" I buried my face into my palms and layed my head onto the stone cold floor. I cried myself to sleep that night.