❝ LET ME OUT! OUT! NOW! ❞
she SCREAMS this at the glass,
KNOWING someone could hear her,
hear her cries and pleads for help,
back to the padded floor & arms
RESTRAINED by the straight jacket
she was forced to adorn.
her legs were gone – the metal
ones that gave her a sense of MEANING,
of PURPOSE. all that was left was the
stumps & the TRAUMATIC memory of
how they came to be.
platinum blonde hair fell in messy
waves around her restrained body,
sticking to her face in some places
from saliva, sweat, & TEARS.
there’s ringing in her ears from
a violent episode earlier, her
fragile, weak body trying to move,
trying to GET OUT, but to no
avail.
❝ Как ты смеешь держать меня здесь?! ❞
Ninelle sobs this out, broken,
devastated, managing to roll
onto her stomach, DRAGGING
herself with her immobile arms
closer to the glass, only getting
about a third of a meter before
stopping, another scream releasing
from her unpainted, pale LIPS,
angry, heart-breaking, & hoarse.
He hated it, having to see her like this. It was for
Ninelle’s safety including everyone in the building
as well. They hated him whenever he would open
the door without them asking to go in and comfort
her. He could handle a few bruises. Ninelle’s
outbursts were nothing compared to the things he
had to deal with in his life.
“Открой это.” Was all he said, quietly when he
saw how upset she had become. Objections came
as he looked over at the nurse, glaring. “Я сказал
открыть его.”
With the door open, Gedeon made his way into the cell,
sitting down beside her. “Ninelle, you have to understand.”
Kind and gentle hands came out to undo the straight jacket.
“If something happened to you, I’d be broken. I need you just
as much as you need me.”
With the jacket off, he sighed, taking one of her small hands
into his much larger ones. Gedeon pulled her closer to him,
trying to comfort her. “It’s okay, I’m here now.”
