The Puppet's Little SecretA Story by poetic-raven2012The Puppet’s Little Secret You were my puppetmaster, and I was your slave on strings. I held you happiness, and you were my pride. Day in and day out, I performed for you, dancing at the end of my strings. But I was willing. Before you were my puppetmaster, you were sad, but I was just a friend, and I could not help as I was. So I brought you some string and two pieces of wood. I held out my wrists to you, and you took two golden bangles and locked them onto me. I showed you how to tie the string, how to nail the boards, and soon, you had me as your puppet, helpless of her own accord. I forgot about myself to make you happy. I awoke when wanted, did what was asked of me; I was your friend, but also so much more. You started to forget about me, then. Had I not performed as well as you would’ve liked? Had I made you unhappy? Was I a failure? …did you hate me? …was I going to lose you? For my sanity I said no, I had done nothing to displease you, but my mind screamed that I was lying to myself, protecting myself. You put me in the closet and left me there that night. I cried out for you, but you didn’t hear me; you weren’t listening for me. I was…alone. My eyes burned and my face dampened then, but I knew that there was no use crying for you anymore. I yearned to claw away the strings, the wood, to free myself, but I will not hurt you even when you hurt me. So instead of clawing away at my bonds, I clawed away at myself. The next morning, you came and cut the strings from me. You took my bindings from me, and you took away what I was to you. I was left with nothing. You talked as if nothing had changed when you ordered me to leave, and as one last show of what I was meant to be for you, I obeyed. Again now, I am your friend, but I still feel the phantom strings attached to me, and they let me follow you as I would have before, and still I dance for you. To you, it is as if nothing had changed. But what is a willing puppet without her strings? What is a willing puppet without her puppetmaster? I see you with him, and I yearn to reach out to you. Now, you are the one dangling from his strings, though you think your feet are firmly on the ground. I can’t help but wonder if you remember me like I remember you. Do you remember how it felt to have my strings, or do you only remember how it feels when he has yours? I fear the latter, but I daren’t hope for the first. There is one thing though, my former puppetmaster, that I haven’t ever told you. The golden bangles you branded me with still hold steady around my wrists. Though you have let me go, I am still yours. © 2010 poetic-raven2012Author's Note
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1 Review Added on July 30, 2010 Last Updated on July 30, 2010 Authorpoetic-raven2012Baltimore, MDAboutHiya. I'm Jenn, I'm fifteen. I have the five most amazing best friends in the world. ♥ I spend as much time as possible with them as possible. I hate being home; my mom and I constantly fight. .. more..Writing
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