Brokentale: Underlost Losttale

Wandering Steam

      Bonbon stared at her bandaged hands as she found herself sitting on an unknown bed. Her body felt so battered and beaten. Hearing the sounds of water dripping, and mechanical beeping, she noticed the needle embedded in her hand. Following the tube that was connected to it, her one opened eye soon took the room around her. She couldn't quite understand what was happening. From the shows she's watched, she could guess that she was in a hospital room....but why? On its own, her head started to face the IV bag. Looking closely at the reflective surface, she saw that she was back in the young human's body. They looked younger and their hair was longer. Looking around a bit, Bonbon noticed that they weren't the only one in the room. Splitting the room in half, was a white curtain. The curtan stired, moving it out of the way was an old woman wearing a hospital gown. Even though her body was connected to a machine, her wires were long enough to give her a bit of walking room.

"Oh huu huu huu, what a pretty little neighbor I have. Why the long face? I thought only horses had them? Whatever it is, it can't be as bad as relying on a piece of machinery to do all the work that the body is naturally supposed to do in the first place."

"There...are other animals with long faces...." The old lady smiled at the young child before sitting next to them. Placing her clamy hands against her lap, she asked them why where they were so sad. "...mother...hates..me..I didn't listen to her again." The old lady brushed their hair out of their face.

"No mother would ever hate their child, okay. You love your mother, don't you?" The young child merely looked at the old women in silence. "Just as the child loves their mother, the mother loves their child. They are a part of each other. A bond that can never be broken." Patting their cheek, the old women slipped a piece of candy into the child's hospital gown's pocket. Giving her a small smile, the old lady went back to her bed. The memory soon went dark and the door opened. A doctor came in with the child's mother. After saying a few words, the doctor left them.

"Mother...I.....I..love you." The mother glared at them. "Mother...do you love me?" She didn't respond. "I'm...sorry..."

"You're...sorry?" The child stared at their hands. Flexing them a bit, they went back to looking at her

     The mother drew closer to the child. Grabbing hold of her bandaged arm, she tighten her grip. Hearing the child give out a painful gasp, she slammed her other hand against the child's mouth. Shoving the child's head hard against the bed, she drew her face closer to their ear.

"If...if you were truly sorry. You would have done me the favor of dying when you 'accidentally fell' from those stairs." The child's good eye went wide open as they started to sweat. Their mother's hand grip tighten, relishing the feeling of the vibration of her child's scream through her hand. Letting out a sigh she faced her child. "You know something, you had it coming, you know that..." she let go of their arm and started tracing around their eye. "....what did I tell you about opening those little shitty eyes around me. Specially around my guests." Her fingers started to scrape around the rim of her eyes. "The last thing I want is MY guest to start talking about you!" Giving their head on last shove, she made her way to the end of the bed. The child laid motionless on the bed as their mother warned them about speaking to her. "You know your voice just gives me a headache."  The mother's head made a sharp turn as she heard a small noise. She had noticed the old woman pretending to sleep. Walking around her bed, she pulled out the old women's machine cable and walked off. The machine soon started to go off. It took a while before the doctors rushed in, but it was already too late. They all stood around the child as they continued to stay motionless...apparently the young child's mother had told the doctors that they went crazy and unplugged the old woman themselves.
 
            The memory began to turn shifting the world around Bonbon. She could feel the child's heart start to beat rapidly against their chest. All she could make out was a wide smile and the rancid heavy breathing that came with it. Bonon then felt a warm hand pulling onto her soul, tugging her away from the nightmare. Soon, she could feel somone patting her cheeks.