She sits, or, more accurately, sinks to the ground. Even this dejected, her posture is perfect, her kneel exquisite. It's been beaten into her, after all. It's second nature.
"I was the ultimate doll. Not allowed to be anything other than his toy, perfect, unblemished. A tool, not a person. And then. . . I ran away. But I didn't know how to be anything else! I was a whore and a weapon, that was all."
She takes a deep breath, dashing the back of her hand angrily across her face, brushing away tear-drops that are clinging to her eyelashes.
"And then I came here. And. . . It was okay to be me. But I had to learn who I was first and I . . . I still don't know that I have it figured out."
She won't cry.
"But I do know that I love you. More than anything in the world. I don't want your pity. I need your patience. Please."
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Date: 2006-10-11 02:08 am (UTC)"It's difficult."
She sits, or, more accurately, sinks to the ground. Even this dejected, her posture is perfect, her kneel exquisite. It's been beaten into her, after all. It's second nature.
"I was the ultimate doll. Not allowed to be anything other than his toy, perfect, unblemished. A tool, not a person. And then. . . I ran away. But I didn't know how to be anything else! I was a whore and a weapon, that was all."
She takes a deep breath, dashing the back of her hand angrily across her face, brushing away tear-drops that are clinging to her eyelashes.
"And then I came here. And. . . It was okay to be me. But I had to learn who I was first and I . . . I still don't know that I have it figured out."
She won't cry.
"But I do know that I love you. More than anything in the world. I don't want your pity. I need your patience. Please."