Skinny Love

Unreality

  A man with curly, grey hair came in and smiled before saying," Ah! Rapunzel! How do you feel, sweetheart?"

"My head hurts and... wait. What is in my arms?"

He brought his large, circular glasses closer to his eyes. " Well, honey, when we found you, your blood was emm..erm.. bad. How many meals do you have everyday?" I paused and replied," One."

  Those dark brown eyes of his widened and his brows furrowed. " That's why! You need to eat and you need to sleep more since your body is still developing. You will stay here until you have full recovery. And emm.. we discovered bruises, scratches, and burns spread out all over your body.. has anyone been hurting you?"

Merida's eyes were locked with mine as a swift gasp escaped her strawberry lips. I propped myself on my elbows and nodded as my bangs jumped up and down.

  The stranger's face held a grave expression and said, " Who has been hurting you, sweet pea?"

I couldn't possibly say my mother that protects me from the scary, cruel world.... But what if she's lying? Mother wouldn't lie..

"My mother."

"Where is she?"

" I don't know really. I ran away or, I mean I was rescued by a few friends. "

•••

Hours ran by and the only thing I did was think.

No one visited me after Merida left.

No strangers.

No women with white clothing.

No men with blue suits.

Nothing.

Pascal shot me a smile as he crawled on my frail arm to cuddle with me.

I pecked the scaly skin with my lips. It felt comforting to have contact with other skin. To know that they're here and it's okay, is all that mattered. (AUTHOR'S NOTE; THAT WAS A QUOTE FROM MY FAV. SHOW!! GUESS IT! HINT: FROM BBC)

Exhaling a sigh of relief, I closed my eyes.

"Well, what a surprise finding you here."

  I sat up abruptly, and to my horror, Pitch Black stood there.

"So mommy hurt you?" He mocked with a leer. I catched my breath and managed to remain calm.

   Pitch evaporated into black dust and reappeared right next to me. His white teeth gleamed through the corner of my eye.

  A strand of my hair was being fiddled with. Pitch cringed as the goldenness burned his fingers. I could hear the sizzle that emanated with smoke. In anger, he immediately sliced it with a peculiarly tiny spear. A smirk appeared on his face as the strand fell on my forearm, lifeless.

   A gasp escaped my lips ,but he quickly covered my mouth with an intoxicating cloth.

My eyes become blinded by darkness and everything is a blur...

   "Rapunzel?" said a familiar voice.

     My eyes fluttered open and I realized I was in the cabin.

Should I quit?