Post by INDIA on Mar 28, 2010 7:36:56 GMT
With a start India's eyes flew open. She was in a cold sweat, but couldn't move. Her mind was awake, but her body had yet to follow. She hated nights like this. It wasn't too often, but it was enough to know she shouldn't like it. Maybe Dr. Saunders could fix her...Would they be angry with her for it. She wasn't following the rules. She tried to...This was the way things were in the dollhouse. She was looked after and kept safe, but in exchange she was to follow their rules. Could they make someone sleep? It wasn't her fault. But this wasn't the real world. Anything could happen here.
India’s stomach was in knots. Sometimes she was afraid of the outside world. She had heard about before…that the Dolls didn’t know anything. They were numb. She sometimes thought that maybe this would have been better. She knew that she didn’t understand much, but sometimes thought was too much. Like now. She was supposed to be sleeping…but couldn’t. Somewhere along the way she had gotten used to whatever it was they put in there and she got up sometimes. India was always very quiet during these times. It was bad that she was up, and they wouldn’t like it. So she would close her eyes and try to sleep…it just didn’t always work…
Thoughts she couldn't complete or understand buzzed around in her mind like wasps. A mind was a funny thing to have. There was a time when they didn't have much of a mind. India had heard about it. All of them had. Dolls who couldn't know anything. Sometimes she wished for that life. Knowing was nice. She liked being able to think...most of the time. But surely they couldn't take it all away. They were not gods. They were people. Everyone here was a person. With a role to play...a job to do....They all did as they were told. Everyone answered to someone.
Morning had to be near. It felt like hours since she had woken up. Drawing in deep breaths, India tried to do anything but focus on anything but the time. This was stupid. Wasn’t she made this way to not think? Ignorance was bliss they would say…so shouldn’t she be blissful. India knew several things. The first was that there was someone named Iris, who had once been her…but then she changed. India was Iris…just better. She didn't understand it, but India also knew that they would make her help people…But she couldn’t remember any of it. She didn’t know what the fresh air felt like, and she couldn’t remember what the sun felt like on her skin. She didn’t know what was in the real world. She knew there was fighting, but she had no idea what it felt like. Only that they shouldn’t fight…This was about making people happy….not hurting them.
It felt like hours, though it was more likely only a few moments before the pod slid open, and the familiar sounds of the others fell on her ears. Opening her eyes, she sat up. Now that she was supposed to be awake she didn’t want to be. Now her eyelids felt heavy…Too bad. It wasn’t time for that. Yet India couldn’t make herself move. Dragging herself to a sitting position, she looked out at the others. She should follow them, but she didn’t want to. So she just sat and wondered if they would make her move.
Soon she would have to. The handlers would come down and make sure everyone was awake and ready to go. They had to do things that would help them be their best. That had become the dollhouse slogan. She should be doing art and exercising. She wanted that. She wanted to be the one they chose when they needed someone. But today she felt so weary.
Would they let her rest awhile longer? No. They wouldn't. She needed to be up. Her mind told her thing, and tried to make her body follow, but it just wouldn't.
India’s stomach was in knots. Sometimes she was afraid of the outside world. She had heard about before…that the Dolls didn’t know anything. They were numb. She sometimes thought that maybe this would have been better. She knew that she didn’t understand much, but sometimes thought was too much. Like now. She was supposed to be sleeping…but couldn’t. Somewhere along the way she had gotten used to whatever it was they put in there and she got up sometimes. India was always very quiet during these times. It was bad that she was up, and they wouldn’t like it. So she would close her eyes and try to sleep…it just didn’t always work…
Thoughts she couldn't complete or understand buzzed around in her mind like wasps. A mind was a funny thing to have. There was a time when they didn't have much of a mind. India had heard about it. All of them had. Dolls who couldn't know anything. Sometimes she wished for that life. Knowing was nice. She liked being able to think...most of the time. But surely they couldn't take it all away. They were not gods. They were people. Everyone here was a person. With a role to play...a job to do....They all did as they were told. Everyone answered to someone.
Morning had to be near. It felt like hours since she had woken up. Drawing in deep breaths, India tried to do anything but focus on anything but the time. This was stupid. Wasn’t she made this way to not think? Ignorance was bliss they would say…so shouldn’t she be blissful. India knew several things. The first was that there was someone named Iris, who had once been her…but then she changed. India was Iris…just better. She didn't understand it, but India also knew that they would make her help people…But she couldn’t remember any of it. She didn’t know what the fresh air felt like, and she couldn’t remember what the sun felt like on her skin. She didn’t know what was in the real world. She knew there was fighting, but she had no idea what it felt like. Only that they shouldn’t fight…This was about making people happy….not hurting them.
It felt like hours, though it was more likely only a few moments before the pod slid open, and the familiar sounds of the others fell on her ears. Opening her eyes, she sat up. Now that she was supposed to be awake she didn’t want to be. Now her eyelids felt heavy…Too bad. It wasn’t time for that. Yet India couldn’t make herself move. Dragging herself to a sitting position, she looked out at the others. She should follow them, but she didn’t want to. So she just sat and wondered if they would make her move.
Soon she would have to. The handlers would come down and make sure everyone was awake and ready to go. They had to do things that would help them be their best. That had become the dollhouse slogan. She should be doing art and exercising. She wanted that. She wanted to be the one they chose when they needed someone. But today she felt so weary.
Would they let her rest awhile longer? No. They wouldn't. She needed to be up. Her mind told her thing, and tried to make her body follow, but it just wouldn't.