9 years ago
Sunday Scribblings #169 - Glass eyes
Silent Hill music and creepy dolls just go hand in hand.
By day you can't see what comes out at night. The moon is our ally as the sun is yours.
Through our glass eyes we see the future. At first it is hopeful - to finally get out of this cage - and then it turns to dust. What merriment we did share diminishes throughout the night when you are dreaming of much better things.
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Oh ambitious child, take me out once in a while. Seat me upon the chair fastened by reeds and poppies. Put a clean apron round my collar and set the table to sup. A breeze would tip this artificial body over, soiling the fabrics you've carefully dressed me in. I'm sad and disappointed because I can only wait. Dirty and alone, you set your tea down and pick me up, brushing the dirt away and smoothing my hair. Oh how you love me ambitious child.
Oh ambitious child, you really love me so, don't you? Even if you've grown so high and so pretty and tall. You'll take out me once in a while won't you? I know you will and I'll wait for as long as you like. I know you're busy but I know you think fondly of me. Of course you do, I'm kept high on the shelf next to your precious books, which I guard while you're away. I know you'll come back for me.
Oh ambitious child, please change the view will you? In front of me has been a painting which I disapprove of. It's dark and gloomy and you too have changed. Oh child, bring me down. I can comfort you. But all you've done is cry angry tears and slam doors and walls. You go outside but you never take me. Child, what has happened to you?
Oh ambitious child, do you hate me? My hair hasn't been combed and my dress not properly fluffed. A filter of dirt is over my eyes and I can't see a thing. Everything is so blurry and I am so confused. I can't watch over you anymore and you never taking down that painting only proves it. Oh child, I know you're lost and your tired and angry and hurt. It's been a week since you've been here, in your room - have you abandoned us all child?
Oh ambitious child., do you know how long it's been? I can barely see you but I know it's you. Smoothing my hair and straightening my dress...did you know I fell over while you were gone? I'm sorry, but I was so sad. I'd thought you left us. Oh child, you've swept the dust away! Oh child, you still love me, I know you do. Now you've set me down again, next to all of our little things... Do you remember? We used to have so much fun... Shall we be going outside? Oh, how long it's been...
Oh ambitious child, I despise you so. You've locked us away in a tiny dark box. In this darkness all I can see is that painting on your wall. That's all I can see. And the more I see it the more my hatred grows for you. Oh child, you foolish child. You've scorned us all.
I hate you.
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Jolting upright in bed, she flicked the lamp on, the covers up to her chin.
She'd heard voices and dreamt of a figure at the end of her bed. She'd remembered it to be small, and having two shiny eyes like a cat's. The cat... It leapt up to her side, snuggling near her legs, purring. She sighed, relieved. Petting the cat's sleeping head, she motioned to turn off the lamp when she noticed that her closet was open an inch or two. Slowly getting out of bed, the cold floor sending a chill up her spine, she closed the closet only to find that it couldn't close.
She kneeled down, her hands gingerly touching the tiny plastic hand jutting out of the gap. Opening the closet door, it revealed the rest of the arm. But that was it. She took the arm and flung it in the box - barely noticing it was open. Pulling the box closer to her she found it full of all her childhood toys except for her doll. And this arm was hers.
There was a note, scrawled on the cardboard with a red crayon - it too was missing from the box. It said, the writing of a child -
She'd heard voices and dreamt of a figure at the end of her bed. She'd remembered it to be small, and having two shiny eyes like a cat's. The cat... It leapt up to her side, snuggling near her legs, purring. She sighed, relieved. Petting the cat's sleeping head, she motioned to turn off the lamp when she noticed that her closet was open an inch or two. Slowly getting out of bed, the cold floor sending a chill up her spine, she closed the closet only to find that it couldn't close.
She kneeled down, her hands gingerly touching the tiny plastic hand jutting out of the gap. Opening the closet door, it revealed the rest of the arm. But that was it. She took the arm and flung it in the box - barely noticing it was open. Pulling the box closer to her she found it full of all her childhood toys except for her doll. And this arm was hers.
There was a note, scrawled on the cardboard with a red crayon - it too was missing from the box. It said, the writing of a child -
love me. hate me. abandnon me. seek me out in the everlasting darknes -
but yuo cant save me
but yuo cant save me
She pushed the box away and closed the closet, throwing the arm to the wall, waking the cat. She couldn't sleep, can't sleep. This couldn't be real. Creak... It was her door. The cat at her feet, she opened it, peering out into the dark hallway. She didn't need the light to know what was on the wall.
Garbed in a coat, she rushed out the hallway, the cat close behind. On the wall of the living room -
Clang! The kitchen. The cat dashed from the sound, yowling. She entered the kitchen, a single pot on the floor, a hand clutching a red crayon jutting out. On the cupboard was the unfinished phrase -
love me. hate me. abandnon me. seek me out in the everlasting darknes -
but yuo cant save me
but yuo cant save me
Garbed in a coat, she rushed out the hallway, the cat close behind. On the wall of the living room -
yuo cant save me
Clang! The kitchen. The cat dashed from the sound, yowling. She entered the kitchen, a single pot on the floor, a hand clutching a red crayon jutting out. On the cupboard was the unfinished phrase -
yuo cant sav
With the lights on, she took the crayon watching the fingers unwind. She lifted the pot. In it, sprawled on the floor, was her little doll. A shard of glass and inch or so away from the body. When her hand neared it's disheveled curls the doll turned its head to face her, staring at her through one cracked glass eye - the other was unharmed in the fall.
"Oh ambitious child," it said, a tape-recorder voice, flat and monotone, "you foolish child. You scorned us all." It blinked. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you..."
It's voice continued to repeat in broken-record fashion. With the flat side of the pot up, she brought it down with all her strength. The voice faded, stopped, it's painted mouth stuck in a grin. It's eye was missing. It rolled to her feet, the iris staring up at her face. She kicked it away.
Taking a glass of water with her, she returned upstairs, unsure of what she had witnessed. Crash! The glass dropped, nicking the floor with the shards.
Over the headboard of her bed, scrawled with crayon was the word -
"Oh ambitious child," it said, a tape-recorder voice, flat and monotone, "you foolish child. You scorned us all." It blinked. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you..."
It's voice continued to repeat in broken-record fashion. With the flat side of the pot up, she brought it down with all her strength. The voice faded, stopped, it's painted mouth stuck in a grin. It's eye was missing. It rolled to her feet, the iris staring up at her face. She kicked it away.
Taking a glass of water with her, she returned upstairs, unsure of what she had witnessed. Crash! The glass dropped, nicking the floor with the shards.
Over the headboard of her bed, scrawled with crayon was the word -
giulty
My, that doll has to learn how to spell.