Short and Entertaining Stories

Part Four: Trapped

A few days, from what I can tell, went by and I learned what was going on with the mistake. She, Hannah, had an older sister who was, well... insane. Her sister was truly a criminal, but not in the way of being put in a mental hospital. Her sister could be cured, with a hell of a lot of therapy. Hannah was an interesting person, she knew a lot of the outside. Since I was little I was caged in, even in my own home. Which wasn't much of a home. It has been fourteen years since I had seen the truly seen the world, and remember it. It was on my fourth birthday.

    There was a small cupcake for the younger, more innocent me. All decorated in red, my favorite color,  and had a big candle in the form of a four. I liked the flame. It burned and moved around with the wind. But that was all the past, when life had meaning and color.

    That's all gone now.

    Hannah had told me of the parties and festival that go on. With people dancing and singing, laughing and smiling. It seemed so happy, something I don't know very well. Outside sounded incredible until she began to tell me about poverty and starvation and all the conflict.

    "I'm- I, that's horrible," I admitted, after listening to her stories.

    She sighed,"Yeah... but I guess you're kind would like that!" she wrinkled her nose and accused me of being inhuman once more, even if I told her otherwise. The girl wouldn't stop thinking about me as a monster. Though, I couldn't blame her. Our first meeting may have scared her, but I didn't have an urge to hurt her as much as I do for most others. She was my only link to the real world.

    "Would you stop saying 'my kind.' I am human you know," I grumbled and looked away from her, now back in my own corner.

    "Barely..." she muttered.

    My head snapped in her direction,"Say that again! I dare you..."

    She didn't flinch this time, sensing the my hostility was low towards her. Hannah just looked back at me from her corner. We stared for a while until she finally spoke,"I need to get out of here."

    "Oh." I burst out, sounding upset,"Yeah... you don't belong here." I didn't want her to leave, but she honestly didn't belong in a dirty cell. Maybe one day after I got her out, she would come back. Or I would be free and be able to see her again.

    No, I'm not leaving. I'm stuck forever.

    "Will you help?" she nagged. I didn't respond. "Please, we could both leave."

    I shifted around my position. My back now pressed firmly against the cold cement walls. A smile curved my lips, and I began to laugh,"That's cute!" I continued laughing. "You think I can escape! I might not be the insane one after all!"

    "What do you mean?" she questioned.

    I contained my laughter and then smiled in her direction,"Oh Princess," I responded with defeat from the realization"Innocent little princess, I can't escape... even through death. You'll leave one day, and be free. I am trapped in hell forever."

a/n

Ohhhhh! Interesting, at least to me. This was super fun to write. I hope it was fun to read too. Tell me what you thought and what you predict and all that jazz!

I get a lot of inspiration from music (the melody's, not lyrics. o.k. sometimes lyrics). So wanted to share with you the song I've been listening to on repeat, because I do that a lot. It's incredible in my opinion.

Willow- Jasmine Thompson; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9JxAQqtxkg

Enjoy!

-Serenity Marie Rose

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