Post by Amelia Jacobson on Oct 31, 2011 22:40:12 GMT
Amelia was quite numb by the time the chaser had gotten her all the way down the hallway rows of cells to this one. She waited until he had gone and she could no longer hear his footsteps to look up. Her dark eyes swept the confines with disinterest. The cell was dark and stone was all around. There was probably little hope of reading in here, or doing much of anything else, really. That was the only part that saddened her.
Walking over to the single ray of light that shone in through the barred window, Amelia stood to gaze out. It was still raining and she could just barely see the trails of water leading away from the Asylum. What, she wondered, were her parents doing now? She thought briefly about the boy. Not something she generally allowed herself to do. Where was he now? Probably making love to his pretty little wife. Would he hear about what had happened to her? Would he care at all? Probably not. It would probably make him happy that she was gone. Amelia felt a flash of pain cut deep into her chest and throb. No. She curled up against the wall, arms crossed, on her knees. No. Stop it.
Amelia squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before she was able to move again. She had to stop this. She couldn't, shouldn't torture herself with what would never be. Standing back up, Amelia looked back through the window. Would she be alone here for the rest of her life with no other people to be friends with? Just to have the presence of the doctors? Her fingers slipped through the bars to feel some of the cool droplets against her skin.
"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?" she recited in a whisper, taking comfort in the words and remembering, "It is the East, and Juliet is the Sun..."
Walking over to the single ray of light that shone in through the barred window, Amelia stood to gaze out. It was still raining and she could just barely see the trails of water leading away from the Asylum. What, she wondered, were her parents doing now? She thought briefly about the boy. Not something she generally allowed herself to do. Where was he now? Probably making love to his pretty little wife. Would he hear about what had happened to her? Would he care at all? Probably not. It would probably make him happy that she was gone. Amelia felt a flash of pain cut deep into her chest and throb. No. She curled up against the wall, arms crossed, on her knees. No. Stop it.
Amelia squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before she was able to move again. She had to stop this. She couldn't, shouldn't torture herself with what would never be. Standing back up, Amelia looked back through the window. Would she be alone here for the rest of her life with no other people to be friends with? Just to have the presence of the doctors? Her fingers slipped through the bars to feel some of the cool droplets against her skin.
"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?" she recited in a whisper, taking comfort in the words and remembering, "It is the East, and Juliet is the Sun..."
