【I 】 【day】【voice/action 】 //triggers: torture victim
[It had taken her hours to realize that she could leave the bed. To realize that there was strength in her legs, that there were no chains around her wrists. She had stared at them, a long time. Her bare wrists that were still scarred purple, where the manacles had been, the cut up into her hands from where she had tried and tried and tried to slip them free over her emaciated skin.
She was in clean clothes now. She could no longer smell sweat and blood and urine, there was no longer the disgusting puréed mush they fed her--and that she could rarely keep down--crusted into her hair. Her hair… she has not had these curls in an eternity, they had been cut from her in swift, jerking motions until her scalp had burned.
She is still crying, as she begins to speak into her portal, curled up in a ball, alone out in the grass. She has no idea that others will hear, she honestly thinks the thing in her hand is some kind of tape recorder,]
I am broken. [She cannot stifle the sob.] Lucie, I am not afraid, but I am broken. This place is… beautiful. Did you ever see such a thing? I hope you did, I hope… I hope you did, Lucie, we deserved so much beauty. [She breaks off into tears again, cannot speak for a long time because everything is cruel, so very cruel.] I wish you were here, Lucie. I miss you. I miss you, and you should be here to see this with me. Lucie… please, Lucie. I love you…
[She curls in on herself tighter, hugging the portal in to her chest, her hands clutching it white-knuckled, her shoulders wracked with sobbing as she rocks back and forth.]
She was in clean clothes now. She could no longer smell sweat and blood and urine, there was no longer the disgusting puréed mush they fed her--and that she could rarely keep down--crusted into her hair. Her hair… she has not had these curls in an eternity, they had been cut from her in swift, jerking motions until her scalp had burned.
She is still crying, as she begins to speak into her portal, curled up in a ball, alone out in the grass. She has no idea that others will hear, she honestly thinks the thing in her hand is some kind of tape recorder,]
I am broken. [She cannot stifle the sob.] Lucie, I am not afraid, but I am broken. This place is… beautiful. Did you ever see such a thing? I hope you did, I hope… I hope you did, Lucie, we deserved so much beauty. [She breaks off into tears again, cannot speak for a long time because everything is cruel, so very cruel.] I wish you were here, Lucie. I miss you. I miss you, and you should be here to see this with me. Lucie… please, Lucie. I love you…
[She curls in on herself tighter, hugging the portal in to her chest, her hands clutching it white-knuckled, her shoulders wracked with sobbing as she rocks back and forth.]