the child thief

   ’ it’s not really in my nature to        fly, but,    but, how can you do    that ? I mean,     uhm, well    humans can’t fly ! How    can you? ’

[ he chuckles and flies to the waters below. ]

                    ' happy thoughts and pixie dust '

                    ❝ Why should I?                     I'm fine right h e r e. ❞

    Where am I?

           All the young maiden could remember was falling            asleep in the comfort of her own bed. The question            of how she got to this mysterious dungeon was            almost as daunting as the cold abyss that surrounded            her. She scanned the room for answers, however            none seemed to present themselves.

           Sounds of rattling locks from the cast iron door called            for Belle’s attention. Someone was behind that door,            and Belle had an unwavering feeling that with this            unknown figure’s presence came danger.

    “ H e l l o ? “

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                           [ through the grungy window he spotted the girl.                            her hair was wild as  the  jungle,  unable  to  be                            tamed. hands  gliding  to  the  lock,  he fumbled                            with the  key  until  a  click!  pierced  the  silence.                            heavy  dust  formed in clouds above the prisoner                            as  he  lumbered  into  the  small  room.  a  dark                            feeling  burned  through  his  bones as a satanic                            grin          spread         across         his         face. ] 

                                                      ❝ How are you holding up, dear? ❞

 ( as far as Ariel knew, humans    couldn’t float in the air;; or    could they ? )

                                      a light sleeper,  she was—- upon hearing                                     the  dull  sound,   a petite figure stirred under                                     the mass of blankets piled upon the mattress                                     ( this december eve seemed to be even chill-                                     ier than usual—- what else was a girl to do? )                                     before shifting to sit up, back pressed against                                     the  headboard.   vibrant  blue  irises flickered                                     towards  the  door,   wide with curiousity and                                     alarm. words muffled by a yawn, anna spoke:

             just stepping on the window sill              made his breathing  rapid  and              shallow.     his      pulse      was              pounding in his temples. [ first              impressions caused his heart to                              ғʟᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ. ]                                                   a muscle twitched involuntarily at                                                    the  corner  of  his  right  eye;  his                                                    mouth formed a rigid grimace.  a                                                   second knock was placed on the                                                    glass, but this time he did not

“I just really need to have you here right now.”

“Didn’t you see what I did!?”

“Oh fuck. Oh FUCK.”

“Please come get me.”

“Where are you!?”

“I’m coming, just sit tight!”

“Look at me - just breathe, okay?”

“I can’t breathe!”

“You don’t have to stay.”

“It’s all my fault.”

“It’s all YOUR fault!”

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Please I just… really need space right now.”

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m gonna be sick.”

“Ever wonder if the world would be better off without you…?”

“I’m sick of being USELESS.”

“You’re not useless.”

“Shit, are you bleeding?!”

“Please, put it DOWN.”

“Shh, c’mere…”

“It’s okay to cry…”

“Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them.”

“I’m not cut out for this.”

“Just leave me ALONE.”

“Please listen to me—”

“You can trust me.”

“Don’t trust me.”