Her voice had been scraped bare from all the screaming she uttered on the way here. She was on the grounds again, after 8 years of exile. But it was on even fouler terms. Her hands were finally undone from the metal bindings. She was processed. Measured. Stripped. Deloused. And stripped again.
She was calmly escorted to her cell, clad in a one-piece jumpsuit uniform of white. She was a lunatic, now. Not only a disgrace, but a mind-lost maniac. A murderer....
Maybe she was all these things. But it didn't change the fact that her hands clung to those metal bars with closed hands, clutching at them with limp arms. She leaned against the bars, looking out of them. The scripture was lined on the bars, on the walls. And she had a strip printed in stamps on her skin with long-lasting ink.
She was useless here. Just a woman. No more outfits, and no more makeup. No more peak of fashion. No more anything.
Her defenses were gone. She was powerless. And among all the lies, she was locked away. To be made example of anybody who was ever too ambitious.
She had silence. But she wouldn't have that. She could control that, couldn't she? She could sing.. Not the way that Charlie did for her, but she loved that movie from the other night. The one she knows.. the one that filled her with the most wonder. And the most joy. She took in breath, and fought the urge to sob.. and recalled the lyrics as best she could...
"Look at this stuff
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?"
She began to cry, softly, but choked down the annoying buildup of saline that began to line the prison bars. She pressed her forehead into the steel. But she took a deep breath, and continued..
"Wouldn't you think I'm the girl
The girl who has everything?
Look at this trove
Treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here you think
Sure, she's got everything...."
Her singing was horribly hoarse, and she sang it quietly so as not to get a beating for being too verbose at this late hour. She crawled from the floor, to the wall, to lean against it, nestling into a corner.
"I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty
I've got whozits and whatzits galore
You want thingamabobs?
I've got twenty!
But who cares?
No big deal
I want more..."
She only had a horrifically inferior excuse of a window in solitary confinement. There wasn't any luxury here. Nothing. No rabbits, no Saxon, and...
No more Charlie...
She carved the fingers along the walls with her fingers, feeling the cold of stone with a sad sigh.
"I wanna be where the people are
I wanna see, wanna see them dancin'
Walking around on those - what do you call 'em?
Oh - feet!
Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far
Legs are required for jumping, dancing
Strolling along down a - what's that word again?
Street
Up where they walk, up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free - wish I could be
Part of that world."
She didn't feel any better. But it helped to fill her world with something, even if it were merely lyrics. About now, Charlie would be coming to see her. And about now, Saxon needed to be fed and taken out of for a walk...
Charlie.. She missed Charlie.. Would he hate her? She missed her Charlie.
"What would I give if I could live out of these waters?
What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?
Bet'cha on land they understand
That they don't reprimand their daughters
Proper women sick of swimmin'
Ready to stand
And ready to know what the people know
Ask 'em my questions and get some answers
What's a fire and why does it - what's the word?
Burn?
When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love, love to explore that world up above?
Out of the sea
Wish I could be
Part of that world..."
She had eyes wide opened. She wouldn't sleep. There was no fatigue. Even after all of the thrashing, all the screaming, and all the torture of what had transpired. She wouldn't sleep tonight. She began to cry.
"I'm sorry Red.. I miss you.."
She looked out into the bars ahead of her. "My sister will tell him. She'll explain. But she's not well either..."
She had an exasperated fear with her quickened breaths. Looking to the walls, she groped the walls with her palms slapping the edges of brick and mortar.
"Audrey... Please be okay.. I didn't take her home tonight. I hope she gets home okay.."
Altruism. Always about others, and not about herself.
She was calmly escorted to her cell, clad in a one-piece jumpsuit uniform of white. She was a lunatic, now. Not only a disgrace, but a mind-lost maniac. A murderer....
Maybe she was all these things. But it didn't change the fact that her hands clung to those metal bars with closed hands, clutching at them with limp arms. She leaned against the bars, looking out of them. The scripture was lined on the bars, on the walls. And she had a strip printed in stamps on her skin with long-lasting ink.
She was useless here. Just a woman. No more outfits, and no more makeup. No more peak of fashion. No more anything.
Her defenses were gone. She was powerless. And among all the lies, she was locked away. To be made example of anybody who was ever too ambitious.
She had silence. But she wouldn't have that. She could control that, couldn't she? She could sing.. Not the way that Charlie did for her, but she loved that movie from the other night. The one she knows.. the one that filled her with the most wonder. And the most joy. She took in breath, and fought the urge to sob.. and recalled the lyrics as best she could...
"Look at this stuff
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?"
She began to cry, softly, but choked down the annoying buildup of saline that began to line the prison bars. She pressed her forehead into the steel. But she took a deep breath, and continued..
"Wouldn't you think I'm the girl
The girl who has everything?
Look at this trove
Treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here you think
Sure, she's got everything...."
Her singing was horribly hoarse, and she sang it quietly so as not to get a beating for being too verbose at this late hour. She crawled from the floor, to the wall, to lean against it, nestling into a corner.
"I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty
I've got whozits and whatzits galore
You want thingamabobs?
I've got twenty!
But who cares?
No big deal
I want more..."
She only had a horrifically inferior excuse of a window in solitary confinement. There wasn't any luxury here. Nothing. No rabbits, no Saxon, and...
No more Charlie...
She carved the fingers along the walls with her fingers, feeling the cold of stone with a sad sigh.
"I wanna be where the people are
I wanna see, wanna see them dancin'
Walking around on those - what do you call 'em?
Oh - feet!
Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far
Legs are required for jumping, dancing
Strolling along down a - what's that word again?
Street
Up where they walk, up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free - wish I could be
Part of that world."
She didn't feel any better. But it helped to fill her world with something, even if it were merely lyrics. About now, Charlie would be coming to see her. And about now, Saxon needed to be fed and taken out of for a walk...
Charlie.. She missed Charlie.. Would he hate her? She missed her Charlie.
"What would I give if I could live out of these waters?
What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?
Bet'cha on land they understand
That they don't reprimand their daughters
Proper women sick of swimmin'
Ready to stand
And ready to know what the people know
Ask 'em my questions and get some answers
What's a fire and why does it - what's the word?
Burn?
When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love, love to explore that world up above?
Out of the sea
Wish I could be
Part of that world..."
She had eyes wide opened. She wouldn't sleep. There was no fatigue. Even after all of the thrashing, all the screaming, and all the torture of what had transpired. She wouldn't sleep tonight. She began to cry.
"I'm sorry Red.. I miss you.."
She looked out into the bars ahead of her. "My sister will tell him. She'll explain. But she's not well either..."
She had an exasperated fear with her quickened breaths. Looking to the walls, she groped the walls with her palms slapping the edges of brick and mortar.
"Audrey... Please be okay.. I didn't take her home tonight. I hope she gets home okay.."
Altruism. Always about others, and not about herself.