Post by Lara Noelle Mason on Jun 2, 2013 23:28:47 GMT -5
It was days like today when she could find herself smiling. When the days in her little cell became a bit brighter and hope was a bright flame in her chest. She braided her hair on the side, tying it in a knot at the end for she wasn't allowed to have a hair tie. She was curled onto her bed, To Kill A Mockingbird on her lap as she read it for perhaps the hundredth time. It wasn't often that Lara was allowed to have a book in her possession, but when she did(when the voices were quiet) she ate up all of the words hungrily. She couldn't get enough of the literature and the way the words flowed together to create a fantasy in her head.
Often she would look up, waiting for that familiar opening of the door, the familiar telling of the rules, the familiar responses the followed. She would wait for the warning always given, the question about why she had been chosen to receive such a gift. It was the same speech that was given every Monday and Wednesday when her two visitors came. Today, just happened to be Wednesday.
She continued to read the book, smiling as soon as she heard footsteps and the usual conversation following. "Remember, she's a loon. She's not sweet, not innocent, absolutely batshit crazy. Be careful. We'll check on you in an hour otherwise call for help if anything happens." The creek of the metal slit rang through the little cell and Lara shuffled off the bed, closing the book and willingly handing it over before backing away once again. She caught the shine of the light off a smooth surface and she knew exactly who it was, the gleam confirmed to her it was Wednesday.
Lara pulled her sweater a little bit tighter around her skinny, frail frame and she watched the door expectantly. One more warning was given before the locks began to be undone. The guard popped his head in making sure she hadn't been preparing an ambush before he let in her visitor and locked up the door again. The blonde stared at the musical instrument in awe before she looked up at the man holding it, his visits bring her much pleasure whenever he came. It had been an excellent tradition started since last month.
"Happy Wednesday," she greeted, her eyes shining with a sparkle that was only seen on two certain days of the week. "What does the sky look like today?" She opened with her usual question, having not seen the sky since she was the young, tender age of seven.
Often she would look up, waiting for that familiar opening of the door, the familiar telling of the rules, the familiar responses the followed. She would wait for the warning always given, the question about why she had been chosen to receive such a gift. It was the same speech that was given every Monday and Wednesday when her two visitors came. Today, just happened to be Wednesday.
She continued to read the book, smiling as soon as she heard footsteps and the usual conversation following. "Remember, she's a loon. She's not sweet, not innocent, absolutely batshit crazy. Be careful. We'll check on you in an hour otherwise call for help if anything happens." The creek of the metal slit rang through the little cell and Lara shuffled off the bed, closing the book and willingly handing it over before backing away once again. She caught the shine of the light off a smooth surface and she knew exactly who it was, the gleam confirmed to her it was Wednesday.
Lara pulled her sweater a little bit tighter around her skinny, frail frame and she watched the door expectantly. One more warning was given before the locks began to be undone. The guard popped his head in making sure she hadn't been preparing an ambush before he let in her visitor and locked up the door again. The blonde stared at the musical instrument in awe before she looked up at the man holding it, his visits bring her much pleasure whenever he came. It had been an excellent tradition started since last month.
"Happy Wednesday," she greeted, her eyes shining with a sparkle that was only seen on two certain days of the week. "What does the sky look like today?" She opened with her usual question, having not seen the sky since she was the young, tender age of seven.