Thread: Such A Nonsensical Thing, Little Girls (PocketFullOfPosies)

Panic. Desperation.. Terror Such frantic emotions fueled Lydias futile attempts to fend herself off from the beast holding her down. The span of but a few feet down the hall towards her room, intensely lengthened into a terrible display of power. A dance of control, dominance, and the unyielding will of a little girl sent to live with an Uncle whom turned out to be far worse than the nightmares that plagued her. She screamed, wailed with a banshee like caterwaul that seemed otherworldly. She clawed at him, swiped at him with those scuffed up shoes, and threw herself to the floor in attempts to slow him so she may escapefor good this time, she swore. Monster She bellowed, in a piercing cry that took the entirety of the breath in her lungs. Lydias lithe body crumpled, tears streaming down her flushed face as she dug her heels into the floorboards. A horrid screeching sound erupting as the floor was marked up with black smudges that would give further evidence to the dreadful scene the next morning. As she was thrown inside of her room, tossed against the footboard of her beds frame, Lydia remained still. Her golden curls a ragged mess as she slumped, breathing heavily, glaring with eyes as fearful as a feral cat cornered in an alleyway. Youre just like them She hissed, choking back sobs it seemed as the door was slammed shut And that was last noise to escape the room for the remainder of the night. No hysterical sobs echoing sadly through the halls..No shattering sounds of anything brokenNot a peep. The next morning, the head maid was ill and could not come, but one of the others discovered a rather elaborate portrait upon Lydias vanity.. Two empty tubes of lipstick, bright red, cast aside on the floor..Used to draw what seemed to be a very monstrous, fearful looking creature, almost werewolf like in its appearance, dressed in a waistcoast with a pocketwatch, towering over a girl curled up on the floor at the monsters feet, surrounded by books and broken vases The maid had not been certain of what to do with itThe Doctor was having breakfast at the moment, and could not be consulted Lydia was also at breakfast, but was not having anything at all. Dressed in a light beige bodice with a stomacher embroidered with lilacs, her short sleeved chemise was much more reserved in its appearance than her attire from the previous day, though the bodice made the swell of her young breasts undeniably noticeable. Her skirt was of a rustic green shade, and instead of those boots she wore very tattered black shoesThose sun kissed curls were still a tattered mess however, as if she hadnt brushed them at all since their..antics, of the former night. Lydia sat at the far end of the table, having moved her plate there, silently, without touching a morsel of their meal. When her Uncle was finished, she left the room, passing a meek looking maid in the doorway, before walking out to the gardensHer pace becoming much more brisk upon feeling the fresh air upon her face. She walked,ran perhaps, towards the reflecting pool, falling into a puddle of her own skirt amongst a patch of wild daisies, which she promptly began weaving into chains That beautiful face, uncharacteristically statuesque and vacant.