Little Bit of Heaven

Torment

Mother kept her promise on the bracelet. I was allowed to travel from bed, but the only room I could go into besides my closet was my bathroom.

Maids gave me my food and minor things to do. However, those minor things weren't fun things. They were always boring history books or maps for me to learn.

There was the rare occasion when they allowed me sewing or knitting materials, but that could only keep my focus for so long.

These weren't the worst part of it. No, the worst part was the fact, my teachers still expected me to be their 'best student'!

Undyne pushed be as far as she possibly could, often hitting my knuckles or back with a damn ruler.

It didn't sting, it fucking bruised and cut.

Her excuse was always the same. And always so pathetic. "I'm making sure that you don't take any of that rotten Demon's habits." Her words were so twisted, so evil and cruel in almost every right.

At first, I had defended Mr. Jam, telling her she was wrong. I tried to tell her of all the nice things he had done for me. Yet, I received a slap on my cheek from her, and then later that day Mother would enter my room.

She always entered with such anger and sorrow that it made me sick.

"Freshy, why can't you see that he's brainwashed you?" She'd always start and before I could even respond, she rattle off into a rant. She ranted about the same things so often, I memorized her rant in full.

So, I stopped defending him. I stopped speaking to Undyne and Mother. I just gave them bored, soft stares. A stare they deemed okay.

Alphys was better than her love, but I couldn't be open with her. She too brought Mother in for anything that was deemed evil or brainwashed like.

After months of this, I stopped talking to any of them. The only times I spoke was when I was answering them. The only times I smiled or laughed was when I was ordered to.

I hated them. I hated all of them. And when I looked into the mirror, my wings out in full... I hated myself.

Angels were such prideful creatures, so big on saying we were good. So happy to claim the Demons as nothing but chaotic beings only wanting destruction... We were no different than them. We were no better than them. We were all once the same. Why can't they remember that?!

My eyes focused on in front of me, my mirror cracked and broken. I looked down at my hands, the scabs from a couple weeks ago being the only injury to them.

I looked back up to the mirror, looking deep into my magenta eyes. I couldn't see anything that resembled the old me. The happy me, the calm me, the loving and compassionate me...

Tears filled my eyes as I saw that. I was becoming like them... I was becoming something I hated.

My knees buckled as I covered my mouth. Tears continued to fall as I sobbed into my hands. They were doing this to me. They were hurting me and called it saving.

I cried for who knows how long, time had finally blurred together, but no one came to help me or see me. Sniffling some, I looked back in the mirror.

Through the cracked glass, I saw myself. I saw myself trapped in a room that was making me grow mad... But it was a room that held secrets that not even Mother knew about.

Secrets that will help me get back to my Jam.