Page 24 - AAEPC Kaleidoscope Magazine Vol.4

Broken Doll
- Historia Grey
AA in English for Professional Communication (CCCU)- year 2
Waking up with stitches all over my body, my arms and legs grow stiffer than usual. My cheeks re- main red like cherry tomatoes.
My eyelids swell because of the forceful tears that never fall, creating red parasites surrounding my retinas as my eyes become hollower. My brain stops functioning properly, as it fixates the same memory that leads to the accident.
It’s a relief that I’m still breathing, despite the pain of consuming the air in.
After a while, my tired eyes glance at the wound on my left wrist.
Still bleeding.
But there’s no way to stop it as my nervous system has grown numb. Then I look elsewhere to find salvation.
No one.
The repairperson is nowhere to be seen, leaving me abandoned in the dark alley.
How am I supposed to doll up for display when I’m still wounded?
Number... and number by each second...
A bright light shines above, a cataract forms within such void eyes, creating a heavy mist in my mind.
With a cold touch, I surrender myself to my new physique as a broken doll.
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