|Chains of Memory
Author: MusicOfMadness PM
A girl without memory. What is she? Who is she? What has she done? Who is that monster? Rated T for my paranoia.Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,863 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 4 - Published: 02-18-12 - id: 7849896
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"Where am I?" I spoke as I spun around in a circle. Blackness surrounded me and there was no way to indicate what was up and what was down.
"Lory~" A voice called. I clutched my head in pain.
"Who...are you?" I gritted out.
The voice giggled. "It's okay Lory. Nothing is going to hurt you, just let go, let yourself float. Then you will be able to have tea and play with my dolls and I~" It sounded happy like it was happy.
I let myself go as I continued to float in the black pit of nothingness, before my consciousness slipped I heard the voice giggle faintly. "That's right let yourself drift, stay with me forever~"
"Ugh~" My eye lids cracked open as I stared at a broken ceiling. I sat up and clutched my head and squeezed my eyes shut, it hurts. I looked around, there were dolls lined up on shelves; the room was a broken toy box theme. I reached for a china doll on the shelf.
"She's awake~" A doll sung as I jerked my hand back and fell wide-eyed on the floor, my hands supporting my upper body up.
"W-wha..." I breathed as I watched in horror as the dolls started to move and talk. They were creepy.
"She will be pleased."
"She will want to play with us more."
"N-no!" I scrambled back in terror. "Stay back! I don't want to!"
"Get her." They all started to advance towards me as they kept chanting those words. My breathing quickened as I hugged my head while closing my eyes."
"NO!" There was a blinding light as everything got quiet. I opened them again to find that I am in the blackness again. I curled up and cried.
Where am I? Why am I here? Is there anyone out there? Who am I? A bright light suddenly appeared as I brought myself up and walked towards it, then started to sprint.
'That light, I need to reach it.' My hand stretched towards it. The white light engulfed me and my vision failed.
'Wet. Why do I feel wet?' My senses came through. I lifted my head off the ground as I opened my eyes and found myself to be lying in a field of wet grass. By the smell of everything I could tell it had recently rained. I stood up and discovered I was in a forest while I wiped my face off with my sleeve. Everything was shadowed by green foliage and trees. I followed my instincts and went to find an exit.
"How big is this forest?" I asked out loud as I wandered aimlessly through the forest. I came across a puddle and looked into it.
My eye was a deep purple and my hair was long and black, it went down my back in soft curls and was in long layers; bangs framed my face and was parted on one side and swooped to the other side of my face while covering the other eyes. I removed it to find that my other one was red, I found this quite strange, but let it go as I let my hair flop back to its place. Both ears were pierced in the lobes twice with a pair of stud earrings in black and red circular jewels. My outfit consisted of an open black, thin coat trimmed in silver; white "X's" went down the lengths of my arm sleeves; that trailed to my knees and almost touched the black lace up boots that I was wearing; grey and purple striped stockings peeked out of it. Instead of buttons to keep the coat closed there was a single thick, white strap lined in red with a bulky golden domed button that went across the chest. The shirt I wore was a long sleeved, collared silk button down that was in white and the "X's" appeared again in a black pattern down the right side of the body. I could tell that the cuffs of my sleeves had a layer of black lace designed on it from under my coat. On my neck was a grey, silk tie that hung down to my middle and had two black stripes down the side; another item was a silver, oval shaped locket that had a rose etched into the lid, it swung down its chain to the bottom of my chest. I wore a pair of purple shorts that had four gold buttons that held the shorts closed; it went a little above my mid-thighs and was folded up to form cuffs. Thin white straps with gold metal encased at the tip hung to mid thighs and seemed to be a belt without a buckle and was interlaced through the belt loops of the shorts. I looked at my face again and leaned forward a little. My reflection looked directly at me then the face turned ashen and contorted into a horrifying grin as black dripped from one eye and red from the other. A face of a monster.