Still dreaming a_slayers_world
I was dressed head to toe, all in pink. Yuck, I've always hated pink. Daddy knew that, yet he insisted on dressing me up like a Barbie doll. But for some reason, I didn't mind this time.
Sittin' in the middle of this brightly lit room, I played chess against him. He always let me win, even though I've never been very good at it. I could never figure out which piece could move where and, honestly, it gave me more of a headache than anything. But he loved to play and why make Daddy mad?
After beatin' him several times, he looked at me and smiled, "Faith, I've got something to show you. But you've got to be very quiet." He pointed to the door that led to the hallway and I got up and opened it. The door slammed behind me and I was shoved into a hallway lit by one flickering lightbulb.
I stepped forward and felt searing pain on my feet. Looking down, I saw that the entire floor was lined with broken glass. I attempted to reach out for a wall or a railing or somethin', but my arms wouldn't move. I was in a straight jacket. The only way to go was forward.
I walked and walked, my bare feet crunching on shard after shard of broken glass. The blood poured out of my open wounds. I saw two sealed doors with tiny windows, one to my right and one to my left. In the one on the left, I saw Willow strapped to a hospital bed, a nurse injecting something into her arm with a giant syringe. On my right, Xander was also strapped to a bed. His eyes were starin' blankly right at me and his mouth was open, drool dripping onto his pillow.
I walked some more, doors on every side of me, every step of the way. Giles, Cordelia, Joyce, Oz...all those who had taken me in and trusted me. I betrayed all of them. I put them in this institution.
The last door I came to was Buffy's. It was open and I walked up next to her bed, watching her sleep. All of a sudden, her eyes opened.
"I forgive you, Faith. Come home."
Sittin' in the middle of this brightly lit room, I played chess against him. He always let me win, even though I've never been very good at it. I could never figure out which piece could move where and, honestly, it gave me more of a headache than anything. But he loved to play and why make Daddy mad?
After beatin' him several times, he looked at me and smiled, "Faith, I've got something to show you. But you've got to be very quiet." He pointed to the door that led to the hallway and I got up and opened it. The door slammed behind me and I was shoved into a hallway lit by one flickering lightbulb.
I stepped forward and felt searing pain on my feet. Looking down, I saw that the entire floor was lined with broken glass. I attempted to reach out for a wall or a railing or somethin', but my arms wouldn't move. I was in a straight jacket. The only way to go was forward.
I walked and walked, my bare feet crunching on shard after shard of broken glass. The blood poured out of my open wounds. I saw two sealed doors with tiny windows, one to my right and one to my left. In the one on the left, I saw Willow strapped to a hospital bed, a nurse injecting something into her arm with a giant syringe. On my right, Xander was also strapped to a bed. His eyes were starin' blankly right at me and his mouth was open, drool dripping onto his pillow.
I walked some more, doors on every side of me, every step of the way. Giles, Cordelia, Joyce, Oz...all those who had taken me in and trusted me. I betrayed all of them. I put them in this institution.
The last door I came to was Buffy's. It was open and I walked up next to her bed, watching her sleep. All of a sudden, her eyes opened.
"I forgive you, Faith. Come home."