Post by Thaila Elise Papillion on Apr 4, 2013 8:31:38 GMT -5
SHAKE HIM OFF ` ITS HARD TO DANCE WITH THE DEVIL ON YOUR BACK SO SHAKE HIM OFF I AM DONE WITH YOUR GRACELESS HEART SO TONIGHT IM GONNA CUT IT OUT AND THEN - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - RESTART |
They say there’s only so much a person can withstand before they break. Thaila Papillion would tell you different. She would tell you that you can break a million times before you finally can’t take anymore. Broken is a state of mind, its not physically debilitating. Was it wrong to say that Thaila could admit to being used to it? Another day another disaster. Another excuse for her older brother to make her life miserable. Thaila had always been broken but this was the day she couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t know. She didn’t know anything. She didn’t know what she was, she didn’t know what her brother was, she didn’t know why she was going through this. She didn’t know why the beatings hurt less but why it still stung when his blade moved through her skin, she knew that once he was done cutting into her skin she felt weak and lifeless, it hurt to move and it was the only time she really felt the urge to just lay her head down and fall asleep. But of all the strange and horrible things that Thaila’s brother had done to her, he’d never gone this far before. The words didn’t want to come out of her head, They weren’t really something she ever expected to hear. So graphic and disturbed that they made her feel physically sick. Running had been something the young blond had thought about so many times before but something she could never bring herself today. The day your brother tells you how he wants to use your body is the day that enough is enough. She had to get out of here. It had only been a small while since Dane left the house. The lack of anything resembling a clock meant Thaila couldn’t be certain how long but she knew it hadn’t been long. The effects of the wounds inflicted on her body were slowly wearing off but it was enough that she could move. It was never certain how long he’d be gone but she was certain she still had time. Rushing to the closet, Thaila threw the door open and looked around, searching for something to wear. She threw on a pair of black leggings and a long sleeved white button up shirt. Despite tired eyes and a complete lack of knowledge when it came to fashion, she didn’t look half bad. Searching out an old backpack, Thaila threw in the only things she’d ever need. Her hair brush, the few photos she actually owned and her bear. She then pulled up the floorboard that she had used as a hiding place for as long as they’d been here, pulling out the envelope of cash her dad had left behind. With everything together she was set and she pulled on a pair of sneakers and headed for the door. Her hands clenched the handle, twisting and then pushing and pulling, trying her best to open it before bolting to the back door to do the same. It was no use. He’d locked her in. She couldn’t be stuck here. She refused. She knew that Dane boarded up every window in the house. The reason for doing so was a mystery to her but the point remained. That meant she was stuck right!? She had to do something. She had to get away. Then it hit her. Her little legs had never moved so fast as they had when they ran to the kitchen and pulled at the door to the basement. She’d never been down there, not in all the time they’d been here. The fear was starting to set in but that, combined with the complete rush of adrenaline, was all that was keeping her moving. She hadn’t left the house in over seven years. She was the girl that was scared of the monster in the basement because they couldn’t possibly be in the closet. No, the closet was the doorway to Narnia. As Thaila’s feet hit the floor of the basement, a clear splash ran through her ears, her shoes squelching against the wet basement floor as she looked around for a way out. Once she found it she scrambled towards it, moving everything she could to make her way up and pushing up the little door in and out of the basement. The second she’d pushed it open the rain started to flow in through the entrance but the feeling of the rain on her skin was honestly the most amazing thing she’d felt in a long time. She found herself stopping a moment, just letting the rain water flow over her, taking in everything about it. She’d always loved the rain. Just to sit and listen to the sound of it thrashing about in the wind, it was the most amazing sound. It was like Thai instantly snapped out of it, her hands reaching out and grasping at the wooden frame to pull herself up. It was dark out but the dark outside was nothing compared to inside. This wasn’t freedom. Not yet. She still had a long way to for that. So she went. Her legs had a mind of their own as they carried her away from the house and traveled as far away from it as she could. The water was dripping off her but she didn’t care about that. She didn’t care about anything. She didn’t even know that, as well as her white shirt going completely see through with the addition of water, the blood from the slashes made to her arms and stomach earlier that evening was slowly soaking through it. She must have looked a mess but the only thing she could commend herself for was the fact she hadn’t started crying. She wouldn’t let anyone see her cry. She couldn’t. She just had to keep going. She didn’t know where she was going to but she’d know it when she got there. She had to. There had to be somewhere to go. Somewhere that was -- OOF!!!!! Oh no. Thaila froze for a moment as her body hit something else. Was sort of person runs with their eyes closed? It was just an accident waiting to happen surely!? Her first instinct had been the worst. That she’d open her eyes and see her brother’s face looking down upon her, ready to make her pay for disobeying him. Her eyes forced themselves open, practically drowning under the flutter of lashes as she looked up at the figure before her. It wasn’t Dane but in the moment she realized this she also realized she had no idea who it was. She immediately jumped back, fear stricken and shaking. The tears she held back desperately finally broke free and began streaming down her face, just determined to make her look more of a mess than she surely already did. |