|Angel of the Broken Doll
Author: White Dragon Lily PM
Mio, a young girl haunted by her past, now fights to protect someone that had saved her from her pain. but She is still a shadow, in the light of the boy's stardum. Will she always be a shadow, or will she be finally be noticed.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 8 - Words: 19,216 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 05-31-12 - Published: 12-26-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2982797
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A/N: The first chapter, I hope you guys like it. =P
Where am I? Who am I? I feel light, like a small feather. What am I? Am I really light, or is it my imagination. I can't see, but at the same time I can. It so bright. It so dark. Am I blind? Am I sighted? Something brushes against me. Was it real? My imagination? Voices begin to talk. My quiet, shattered. My peace, gone. Something, someone is screaming. It sounds almost inhuman. Maybe it is me. The sound hurt my ears. It so high, so tortured. The sound is so sad, and in pain. Was the sound in pain? Or was I in pain? If it is me screaming, what hurt me so. If not me, then who?
Everything, nothing. What does this all mean? I don't understand. Am I broken? What do I do? The sound hurts me, the brightness unsettles me, the darkness calms me. Where is my darkness? My peace? My quiet? Who am I? Where am I? It touches me again. The touch holds me. It is a hand, on my. Arm? My other arm? My shoulders? My eyes open. I can see. It bright, blurry. Something, burning orange comes towards me. What is it? The tortured sound comes again.
I want… What do I want? I don't want to be here. I want to leave. The sound hurts, the brightness kills. LET ME GO. I can not speak, I can only hear, the sound of the tormented soul. I can only see black shadows, hold me down, the burning orange come toward me, I can feel the pain in my chest. But that all, Because all I am is a…
This is all so unfamiliar. What this pounding in my chest. I feel like I can fly. I am running. Away. Away from what? Does it matter? No, I going to keep running until I can never be found. I don't like that place. They hurt me, I want to be free. And free I shall be.
It's dark again. I have I returned, to that place? No, something green, brown, grey, it all around me. Is this the outside world? Something bright flashes in the distance. Voices. Are they coming for me? Will they kill me for running away? Did I run away? Did they let me go? So many questions, but no answers to them. The voices are closer. The light flashes closer. I do not move hoping they will not see me. The light flash on me. I cringe away, as my silver hair reflects the light like a beckon.
"Dad?" one of the voices said. "Dad, is that a girl?" What is a girl? Am I a girl?
"Jonathon, stay away from her. She looks crazed." The Jonathon approached me. He got down on one knee, and put the light down next to him. He can contain light, in something so small. It was like a piece of the sun in a little tube.
"Hey, are you ok? What your name?" he asked, his voice was different from the voices before, the voice from I came from. His voice was calm, and reassuring.
"A- A- am I o-k?" I asked him. He look at me confused. Something shined in his blue eyes for a moment, but just as it appeared it disappeared. Was that what they call emotion? "They told me my name is Mio."
"Mio?" The boy said, his lips twitched up. His mouth made a flattened out U-shape. I believe it was called smiling? "My name is Jonathon."
"Jon- Jonathan." I repeated. He nodded.
"Are you cold?" He asked, shrugging off his jacket. "Cold? What is cold.?" I asked.
"Um, I don't know how to explain it. Your just cold. But you must be cold, your shivering" He draped the blue jacket over my shoulders. I looked up at him, his dark grey jacket over my shoulders.
"Come on. I'll take you back to where ever you came from." He smiled again.
"NO!" I shrieked moving away from him. The boy was surprised. "I don't want to go back. There mean to me. They hit me. Please don't take me back." Something wet leaked from my eye.
"I told you she was crazed." said the older man. The man looked upset, his features where hard and sharp. His eyes were narrow, and cruel. His hands were tight fists at his sides, he trembled, with anger? Who was he angry at? Was he angry at me? At something I said? Or did? More questions and still no answers.
"She is not crazed, father. She just frightened. We should take her home." Jonathon said, look at me, with a completely different face. His was soft, kind. His eyes were large, and caring. His hands were relaxed. He did not tremble, he smiled.
"SHE IS NOT A LOST PUPPY!" growled the father. He trembled even more, he was angry at me? What did I do? Again more questions. Will I ever get answers?
"Father? Is that the scare man's name?" I asked, Jonathon. He made a funny sound, I think it was called laughing.
"No, father is what I call him, because he is one my parents. His name is Alex." Jonathon said. Then he turned to Alex his father. "You scared her. And we are taking her home." Jonathon snapped, narrowing his eyes at the frightening man as he helped me to my feet. "And giving you a bath." He said. Dirt had covered most of my skin, giving me a tan look, and dark brown spots. My long hair flowed over covering me. "Can you walk." He asked me, doubting I could, because of my appearance. I step forward, something sharp when through my ankle. Jonathon swept me up before I hit the ground. I look up at him. He was kind, I was not use to this? I don't know who to react. But I will learn, for him. Jonathon saved me, and I will protect him, the only thing I can do is fight. I will no longer use it for bad. I will use it to protect, Jonathon. Because Jonathon was my hero, my savor, he was My Angel.
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